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		<description>The original writings of author annie.</description>
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			<title>Chapter six</title>
			<description>I gave birth to a girl,and named her Laura. I live in the Enclosure. I found my Mum there. We arebeing tested on, investigated. Three years back, when Laura was 10, I managedto get her out. I hope she survives. I have been here for nearly fourteen yearsnow, and I&amp;rsquo;m used to everything. ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter five</title>
			<description>He unfolded the letter, itwas on firm, plain white paper. His eyes scanned across it, becoming wider ashe read. I hopped up, being careful not to fall over, and walked over to him,my feet making no noise due to the thick fuzzy carpet Finn bought for a tennerthe other day.&amp;ldquo;What is i..</description>
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			<title>Chapter four</title>
			<description>So I did what Laura said &amp;#2013266048;&quot;I waited for it to come to me. I waited and waited. It was two weeks beforeanything happened; I was in another sports lesson, struggling as always. Igrinned when Dave hit the ball behind him, rushed to grab it for him andslipped, tumbling across the flo..</description>
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			<title>Chapter three</title>
			<description>A teacher walked out ofthe door muttering &amp;ldquo;Where on earth could she be?&amp;rdquo; saw us and gasped, &amp;ldquo;New CC&amp;rsquo;salready? Holy crow. Come here children.&amp;rdquo; We obeyed, hurrying up to her. &amp;ldquo;Now,who are you? And Emleh dear, go back to the classroom, Miss. Haywith is looking..</description>
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			<title>Chapter two</title>
			<description>This was my first day atThe Institution. A loud bell rang while I was exploring a tiny cabinet full ofsweet wrappers and old, battered text-books. I jumped, span around and joinedthe flurry of people entering the corridor, towards the Grand Hall. I hidbehind my hair, head down. I didn&amp;rsquo;..</description>
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			<title>Chapter one</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ve always had strangedreams but I never knew they would play such an important role in my life, thatthey would represent who I was, an outcast, a piece of litter. If it wasn&amp;rsquo;t forthose dreams, my name wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be Emberlyn, I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have such a mysteriouspast, I wo..</description>
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			<title>Prophetic</title>
			<description>My NaNoWriMo 2010 novel. First draft.</description>
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			<title>The Incident</title>
			<description>2nd January 2013I did it. I survived 2012. I don&amp;rsquo;t know whathappened. All I know is that I&amp;rsquo;m now under a huge dome, and there are thesehorrible men everywhere, trying to tell us that we can&amp;rsquo;t escape, and that wemust stay here till we die. My dad did. I&amp;rsquo;m not sure wh..</description>
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			<title>Obscured</title>
			<description>Becca is invisible. She can cloak herself. She watched her Dad die, her Mum ran away and she is now stuck with the other four in this village, after 2012. She writes a diary to piece things together.</description>
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