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"NO!!!!" i shouted.
It couldn't be real. "calm down, it's just a dream... It's just a dream.." i said inside my head than somrbody poked me in the mowers. It hurt a bit. "IT'S NOT A DREAM, IT'S NOT A DREAM, PANIC"
"Go and take her stuff, Michael. Mabye we took her, but she needs clothes and some entrainment, no?" the woman said on a sweet voice "Just take her backpack and some things from her closet. Of course, we are not going to let her be there like in prison, no?"
I heard some steps going up the stairs and a some minutes later, some steps going down the stairs. They dragged me in a car -or at least this is what i trought it was- and i started thinking. "Why did they choose me? I am not special or it's not like i have no friends / a lot of friends." I was confused. Again, i was just 14. How could i not be confused? The fact is, that i was more confused than scared. And this is not how things work.
A few minutes later they taked off the potato sack they putted all over my head and shoulders. I was not recognizing the place. Around the road there was a forest. It was already dark outside, just darkness with no stars.
I also saw that i wasn't alone in the back of the van.
6 feet away from me, there was an skinny - sickly skinny- girl with olive skin. She was having black, curly hair that was looking like it wasn't brushed whithin a month. Her eyes wore an sapphire blue colour, that wore looking right in your soul. She couldn't be older than 12. We could say that she was actually beautiful, but because of the bad light from the van, i couldn't see her traits really well.
"Who are you?" i asked.
She made a sign to her tounge and that maked an x with her fingers. Oh. She wasn't able to speak.
"What's your name?" i asked again "you can write the letters in the air."
She hardly writed in the air :
R...
E...
N...
N...
A...
"Renna?" she aproved by nodding. "That's an really nice name! My name is Mary."
Actually, i didn't liked that name, i was just trying to difusse the tension.
She smiled and than giggled
"How old are you?" she showed 9 finhers.
9?????JUST 9????
"Oh... i am really sorry for you..."
She maked a sign to her chest than a sign to me and pointed at the side of her forhead. This means '' i think the same for you /the same as you".
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