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"It was my turn. It was my turn. It was my turn. I have been scared of this for more than 14 years of my life. It was my turn. I had to leave. I could hear the car honking. I could smell the gas burning. I could feel the wind slapping me telling me it was time. I took a step, then another, after that, I was gone. I don't remember much of anything before that." I could see Dj thinking in her own world wondering what I was talking about. We sat there for a moment, silent. For a moment I looked round the room. The dark wooden shelves filled with information, mysteries, and things you couldn't even imagine; Books. We were sitting on the crumbly carpet, I look down and see the carpet had made a print on my hand. "Do you remember anything after that?" Dj asked. "Yes, I remember a lot. I remember getting my name, family, and new identity. I also remember the women who gave all of this to me," I pause for a minute."She was a stern looking women, at first I didn't say anything to her. Then I realized she was just doing her job and she could have had a daughter that had to go through the same process." Dj's expression distracted me. She crumpled her dark brown eyebrows, and used her hands to pull her dirty blonde hair up. She started mumbling. I know what she was was going to ask. "Why did you have to leave your home?" To my surprise she didn't ask the question I thought she would. What was your new name, was your new family nice, did you try to ask anything; those were the questions I was expecting. I chose to think about how to word this carefully with thought, this is the type of thing words can't describe. "It began when I was around the age of 2, so about 20 years ago, but when It happened to me it was years ago. The government was having trouble agreeing on things with the major politicians. They were choosing which laws would be carried out, and which ones shouldn't. This political argument went on for 3 years, finally the Americans decided to take us under their wing. I can understand this, many of us were starving or worse, committing suicide. There was no hope." I could see Dj's tiny eyes start to tear up. "How about we carry this on tomorrow, please." She nodded and left. I started cleaning up my tiny house.


I will continue

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