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They called me FIVE

**READ ME** THIS BOOK WILL BE UNDER REVISION. ******* My name? Lance Augustus Age? 15 Nickname? Five. Why they call me that? Because the mark tells us so. _________________________________ "Don't be stupid, steer out of trouble, and whatever happens, stay alive."  I really don't know why Dad always repeat those words to me everyday. I take heed of his words. Play by his rules, never dared to go against him except if it's extremely necessary. He's all that I need to get by. Our life was ordinary. Everything was perfectly fine, perfectly normal, just an everyday routine we get used to live. But then this guy calling himself 'The Seeker' came... And he start making a mess out of my life.  He said I have powers. - Who believe that crap? He said I have extraordinary abilities. - Cool! I want to be Superman. He said I was chosen. - Who? The god of newbie bullies? The mark of five imprinted deep into my skin proves that I am one of the TWELVE. - You sure it's not a tattoo? I firmly believe it's a tattoo. I never believe him. I drove him out. I did not listen. I wish I did. Maybe he could have help me. Maybe he could have save me from the trouble of falling right into their trap. I know nothing. Because of my stubbornness I lost everything. So now I'm all alone. But she stretch her hand to me. She gave me hope. She invited me to come. And I did. So our search began. For the remaining TEN. ___________________________________

phoenixhyperion · Urban
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The room he is in is dark. The door did not even make a sound when he opened them. He fumbled his hands to the wall, searching for the light switch. He did not find it. 

"Where's the light switch?" He mouthed. 

A light flicks above and the room is lit. He blink against the sudden brightness. The arrangement of the room. Sam's breath is caught in his throat. Its identical to his and his father's apartment. The color, the furniture, the carpet he and his father had an argument back then. Sam doesn't like the chocolate color, it reminds him of feces. And it ruined his appetite. His father argues that's not the case. 

Chocolate colored carpet is a sign of good luck. He said it will attract blessings into their house. Sam scoff. Totally impossible. Instead of good fortune, it will only bring bad and rotten luck. After a year, Sam's prediction came true. That woman came into their life and ruined their already peaceful lives.