Mya sat emotionless in the silent,dark grey room. She shifted her body in the old and beaten chair, sending a wave of chill up her back. Mya hadn't remembered crying since she was little, but in the last week, she cried for most of the day. She didn't want to believe what happened. Mya had a hard time accepting it, Leon, her only friend she ever made, was now dead. "Normally we don't allow children of other families to speak." Mya looked at feet, she was no child. She was nearly 17 years old. She wanted to scream it out, let out all her pent up anger. But the words never came, She had no strenght...
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