School for the gifted
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Thread Topic: School for the gifted
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It was a cold evening that day, it had rained most of the afternoon, the evening sky a shade of grey. Everything was the way it was, people living their normal lives.
Seventh street, despite the weather still, was alive with activity; people walking to and fro, neighbours playing the evening games, children running around, bright smiles on their faces. It all seemed normal. No one could have expected the unspeakable events that followed that night... -
August 24, 1984
9:42pm
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"IVAN!"
It was his dad calling.
"Coming, dad," He said, running down the stairs. The living room was dimly lit with a single light bulb that hung from the ceiling. The Silva's were a strict people, and even though they didn't have much, they'd care about the smallest of things. Things had changed alot since they'd moved from Ankhall since Faith was born, Ivan had never found out why they had to anyway.
And nothing never seemed to get past Mr. Healey.
Ivan met his father's disapproving glare, which meant something was up.
"Ivan," he repeated, his hand rubbing his chin.
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