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My name is Melody Simmons. I swear everyone is out to get me. You'd think people from the Innocence Pack wouldn't know how to do cruel things, but boy are you wrong. I am tortured everyday of my life for something that isn't my fault. I didn't ask for this life. I'm stuck with my bipolar mother all because of my title. My name is Melody Simmons and I am the murderer's daughter. I have only one goal. That goal is to find a way to disappear over that wall and escape this fresh hell. ~~~~ Alpha Vincentius Rome. That name alone makes many people freeze in pure fear. That fear is caused with good reason; he is known for being cruel. Though it does not just end there: he's kidnapped, murdered, tortured, and God knows what. He is why there are walls built around every pack, he is why we close the curtains, why we lock windows and doors, he is why every pack member lives in fear. The one thing that terrifies people the most is the fact that no one knows what he looks like. ~~~~ Melody's POV I swiftly grab my bag and bolt out of the room. I run past all the students wandering the halls and run out one of the side doors of the school where I know they don't have any security guards posted. Slowing down my pace, I start making my way home. Stopping I sigh and swing my bag around to grab my ipod and headphones out. Plugging them in I start playing "Bulls In the Bronx" by Pierce the Veil. Turning the volume up a little, just enough that I can still hear if someone is following me. Restarting my thirty minute journey home again I start kicking a rock all the way home until I turn the corner onto my street. What I see makes me wish I hadn't turned the corner at all.
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