INTRO



I was running almost out of breath. Police cars wailing, people screaming, guns firing, and lights flashing. It was as if they were yelling “Why did you?” “It was ours”,and “We'll find you!”

The trees were coming up faster and faster. I was born in that town. When I was young I wanted to die there. There was no hope for that now.

I broke out of the trees. My blond hairs covered in tree branches, leaves,and sweat.

That was blueburg.I am 12 rounds* old.

I looked up to the sky.

“Please. Mother help me.”I begged. People called me odd. They were right
I
am
not
normal