The Red Herring

Ever since Sean can remember, he is aware of many things. Lively green forests, to dead abandoned or burned ones. He also remembers other things. The weather for instance. The constant memory of rain..mist and trees swaying at the slight caress of the late spring breeze. There is always something green out, even under the grey rolling clouds. It's a normal. A normal day to look foward to.
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This story is not completely accurate, and won't tell exact realistic fact of each person represented in here so don't witch hunt me for it....but enjoy the story if you like it and feel free to comment below what you like and think about it. This is my first fanfic on here so judgement is okay. ^-^

Mature audience. *updates are slow*