As I sit off to the side, afraid that I am going to get found. I'm worrying that my disguise is working good enough. People all around me are staring at me wherever i go. It's unfair that I'm stuck like this. My family has left me alone, because I was never what they wanted me to be. So as I sit here, all alone, my things that I didn't want to leave anywhere, I had to leave them behind. I'm a slave, that should be working and not running away. I have enough money to go find a new job, and actually have food for about three days. As I'm searching for a new job, I think I may have a few ideas. As someone though was walking down the road, a man, a stranger, noticed me, he walked up and wanted to talk to me.
"Hey, you over there, wait up!" he shouted at me.
"uuhhhh.. yeah?" I responded slowly.
"I've noticed that you are jobless, looks like you need a job?" Willingly said the man. Good thing that he hasn't brought anything up yet.
"Yeah. Why?" scared of whats going to happen.
"Well we need more people fighting in the civil war. Will you do it?"
I didn't know how to respond to that, so I just told him I'd think about it and asked him to meet up with me later.
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