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I remember his eyes, that where filled with a crimson colored luster. The fangs that where protruding from his mouth where watering and then the slightest pierce from my neck. Red liquid was pouring into his mouth, but what was red? "Something that is not white." someone said, "Then what is white?" "Red can't be white, but white can be red..."
Stella Joshlen was not a hero. She did what was right. She saved a boys life from death, and risked her own. She has a chance of surviving in the camps, that little boy didnt. She has a chance of surviving, but she could die. Stella must fight for life, and not give up. She needs to fight for her family. They need her to come back, but is she going to?
I remember his eyes, that where filled with a crimson colored luster. The fangs that where protruding from his mouth where watering and then the slightest pierce from my neck. Red liquid was pouring into his mouth, but what was red? "Something that is not white." someone said, "Then what is white?" "Red can't be white, but white can be red..."
Stella Joshlen was not a hero. She did what was right. She saved a boys life from death, and risked her own. She has a chance of surviving in the camps, that little boy didnt. She has a chance of surviving, but she could die. Stella must fight for life, and not give up. She needs to fight for her family. They need her to come back, but is she going to?