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No matter what she does, she can still feel it. The scornful glare of her mother, disapproving of every little thing she does. There's no escape, no way out besides suffocation.
Fallen. When Grace woke up, that's all that registered in her mind. She had fallen. She looked up in an attempt to see what she had come tumbling down from, but saw nothing. Then, like a flash, thousands of images began flooding her mind. Images of soaring, of freedom, and then of pain. Agonizing, torturous pain.
Macy felt the air wheeze out of her lungs as she ran for her life. In a moment of uncertainty, she glanced behind her to see if she was still being chased. With a sudden flood of pain, she realized she had run straight into a pillar of the very building she was attempting to escape from.
Rockets never interested Macy, at least not until she was offered the chance to ride in one. At first the thought of space travel had sounded insane, but as she gave it more thought she decided it may be nice to have a chance to start over new, in a place where no one knew her mistakes. So she swallowed what was left of her pride and signed herself up for the Intergalactic Space Organaization, more commonly known as the ISO.
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