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Hello reader, if you yourself think you're somewhat special, close this book. Widening your knowledge about the peculiarity that we didn't ask for, might also be what will end us, or if you're tough enough, do read me. But be forewarned,

for what danger awaiting is not merciful enough to spare you.

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Each coin's side has a name, heads and tails. And every side tells a bizarre story, but the side of tails tell much more than heads. A backstory what some might call it.

In the bustling city of Whitby, England, there lies a girl, an ordinary girl.

She goes to school in Caedmon College, obviously in Whitby. She also works as a waitress at Dawn's Diner, - fun fact; she's been working there for the past 3 years, ever since she was twelve. From a helping hand at the counter, to a real employee with a minimal paying salary.

She also lives in South Chapel street, downtown. She doesn't have any parents, so she lives with her Aunt Suzy in a sort of "dilapidated, but clean inside" victorian flat, you may ask, why doesn't she live with her uncle? Because they live in Florida, USA and that's 10 to 12 hours from the place where she got abandoned, the authorities that found her ringed up her nearest relative, Suzy P. Sterling, her aunt.

And also, the other reason why she didn't live with her uncle is that they weren't that close, hell, she didn't even know him, she only knew her distant aunt (Suzy) that would attend some of her birthday and give her unwanted gifts like playdough knowing damn well she's already thirteen years old at that point.

- Moving on.

The street cars move at a certain pace, no traffic in the street, but not really that empty.

A girl was crossing the street, her worn out all star shoes on the moist rough granite concrete, her cable knit wool sweater keeping her warmth in the slightly foggy dawn, she liked the way the wind felt, the soft cool breeze finding its way behind her hair and around her nape, these were the small moments she loved to cherish.

She reached a deli shop and asked for a marble rye bagel with roast beef and scallion cream cheese, and obviously a diet pepsi, can't ever forget the bev. The year was 2016, no problems other than the Brexit movement and ISIS terrorist attacks.

She was on her way to class when she was untimingly graced by the presence of a black cat, she stopped in her tracks and whispered, "Please don't cross me.", and as the words left her mouth, it crossed her path, slowly, as if it were tauntingly kidding her. But that wasn't really all that bad, it's not like she's gonna experience anything better in the past few days anyway.

She got into her advisory class, she found an empty seat near the back, second to the last row and luckily a window seat. She placed her used, but loved tote bag underneath her table and ate her bagel peacefully. She looked out of the window and stared into the unknown, her school was near an ocean dock so she could see the boats of the fishermen, cats trying to spot an unlucky fish. It was really lovely. Not until Jeanie arrived.

Immediately she finished her bagel, drank her pepsi and went onto her iphone SE, she recently bought it from her own allowance and work money.

I was serenely scrolling on my phone the background chatter immersing me more in my gadget, reading certain topics about holocausts and the victims and other stuff older people would tell younger generations that they wouldn't understand. Until I got blasted with ratchet voice coming from behind.

"Hey maxi pad!"

"I see you're still reading like an old fogey."

"Be careful, you might get menopause from being such a hag."