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Posted May 8, 2013
The History of an Outcast
Life is different as a lizzard. But different is bad. I didnt know what to do it was so weird being a lizzard. Everyone else was freaking out, but not more than me. Feet were everywhere and I was afraid of being steped on. Then suddenly I was me again. Gone was the orange scales and wings of the lizzard yet the panic stayed. Scared I looked aroujd and found the eyes of the teacher. Then I knew I had to go. My life was already ruined enough it didnt matter what I did. So I dissappeard in fear. I maybe should have just walked out or flew out because I was rapidly falling. Falling straight for where the real magma lizzards live. Freefalling towards the magma at the bottom I almost forgot how to fly. I did but my wings didnt d at the last moment possible I found my self hovering over the magma. Now even more scared then Iwas before I flew, back towards the city, as fast as I could go. I could go back to school and couldnt go anywhere public for sure. So I went the only place I could, home. But even there I wasnt safe. I had only a few minutes to myself. My teacher had found our clan eleder. I watched from a window as he came walking towards me with my parents and teacher in tow. I dont remember much after that but it was all a blur. But next came my trial an I do remember that.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 24, 2013
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