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In a small town

Beside a small lake

Lies a small hill

With a tree atop 

On the tree

Are golden leaves

And on the bark Is a heart shaped knot 

The stories told Of a princesses life

Who’s cried and suffered For all of time 

Her hearts gone missing

Her veins are cold

Along with her baby

The worlds love was stole     

“Hello I’m Eric Masons, I just moved here from Lilies Isle.”  This was the third time I’ve said this today and it was starting to get old.  Everyone knows who I am, why should I have to repeat myself a hundred-gazillion times?  It’s like no one here knows why I’m here in this small town of Heartless Hill, but truth is everyone knows why I’m here.  Eric Masons, juvenile delinquent from the small Isle just north of the main land.  Eric Masons, son of Gregory Masons famous archeologist, But know one really cares much about my dad here, no one here cares that he’s the famous archeologist who found a scroll from before I can even remember, a scroll that had some fancy mumbo-jumbo on it about how the earth was going to blow up in a hundred years or something like that, No.  All anyone here cares about is me.  The new kid, the one who supposedly put a firework in one of his teacher’s tail pipes and killed him.  Even though I didn’t do that, even though I was set up by this kid who hated me because his girl had a thing for moi.  I couldn’t stop him from putting the works in Mr. O’s pipes, I just couldn’t do it.  I was afraid that if I told he would come after me, I was afraid that if he told he would kill me.  So, instead of being dead I am here, on the main land, where the judge, who didn’t charge me with murder, but crimal mischief, sent me to stay for the rest of my adolescent years to do community service and go to the main land school with all these “proper” students.