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Alan is a boy of 16 years, jet black hair on a very handsome face and pointed nose. His eyes were a mixture of green and amber, he had an athletic build, and rather too tall for his age.
He never remembered his parents face, only saw them in a picture as he was too young when they died.
I don't want to go back there.
A confused boy said to himself.
He knew what he was going to face, if he ever goes back.
They won't even ask of him, his uncle will be super happy to get rid of him, days passed and he slept on the street.
Alan always knew he was extraordinary. The reason he never gets angry no matter what is been done to him, he doesn't know.
But he never likes to see another person get hurt while he's there.
The urge to defend the victim was always so strong.
Once he took a beating just for standing up for his uncle against some armed robbers who came to their house, his uncle never considered that he saved his life.
But that's past, he now saw it as his job to protect the weak, although he never wants anything to do with them.
He contemplated how to stop this feeling, but came up with nothing.
Been tan was an enough disadvantage to socialising with people. He decided to suppress the feeling and move on.
Alan ~ he refused to take up his family name Rocksville ~ went into hiding, the police were looking for him everywhere.
His picture is now in every door, his crime been that he escaped police custody.
A whole three months he was on the run, stealing in order to stay alive.
One day he stole an old woman's bread and was caught, he started running and a mob followed him up.
He successfully lost them except for a girl who was hot on his tails, try as he may the girl was behind him.
She finally caught up with him and held him by the collar, a desperate hungry Alan tried to get her hands off him but she gave him the beating of his life. Somehow it infuriated him, his aunt is the only female that has touched him and he didn't get angry, then why this one.
He tried to fight back and received paralyzing kicks all over him, the girl was about to kill him when a hand stopped her.
"What's he done wrong?" The guy who held her asked.
"The fucking nigga stole from a poor widow" she looked at him with disgust.
The last thing Alan heard before passing out was what the guy said.
"No let him, he is one of us".
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