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Avaline trudged along the sidewalk, kicking up dust. No one had picked up the phone and she was stuck walking home. Her feet ached badly. She finally looked up from her turtle position to see that she was in a pretty bad neighborhood. She remembered that when she was little, her parents never even drove through the area.

Suddenly, a loud shot rang out. A bullet fell right at her feet. She screamed and ducked behind a car as others took cover. A hail of bullets came crashing down. Avaline clutched a locket around her neck and hugged her knees. She took deep breaths. Avaline spied a small child running from the shooters. She couldn't just let the kid run, so she ran over to him and picked him up. Avaline placed him somewhat safely behind the car. She suddenly felt a growing pain in her side.

Avaline looked down in horror as two more bullets entered her left side. She crawled behind the car, breathing heavily. There was a loud ringing in her ears. "It's going to be fine," Avalime whispered to herself. She closed her eyes and waited for them to leave. She slipped into a deep slumber, her side bleeding all over.

Avaline was in a large foyer. She could instantly tell where she was. She was in her aunt's house while her parents were looking for houses. Her sister was playing a card game with her brother and her aunt was baking. Avaline was only about 3, and she shyly approached her siblings. "Can I play?" She asked, hope in her voice. "Sorry, it's only for two people," Her brother said. Avaline nodded, hurt by the rejection. She sat down on a plump couch. Her aunt's house was we're she did really cast herself out from the world, and it was a terrible memory, or at least to her it was.