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PROLOGUE

It happened so quickly. Pandora didn't really remember how it exactly occurred. 

She was sitting in a black faux leather chair in a hair salon. She was there with her 'friend' - Coco - and Coco's assistant - Mallory. Pandora, like Mallory, was very distant in the conversation between Coco and Mr Gallant. It wasn't until Coco got an urgent phone call from her family, instructing her and four others to get onto their private jet and go to a place called 'Outpost 3', that she focused on what Coco said. 

The whole ordeal was panicked and frantic as people rushed home or to shelter to somehow survive the blast, but Pandora had a sick feeling that would never happen for the people she rushed past. 

Coco was on the verge of tears as she hastily instructed her 'boyfriend' where to meet us. But Pandora knew he wouldn't make it to the airport. He was too far away, and Coco's driver was practically pushing us on to her jet for our safety as others tried to board, and there were only 5 spots left for this exclusive safe haven. 

And they were all taken. 

Mr Gallant had invited himself along, as Coco's closest friend, and decided to bring along his grandmother, Evie. 

Whilst looking out of the window with a look of terror, Pandora reflected on her life. It was nothing special, in fact, it was just sad. She had grown up an orphan and was never adopted, and was forced to leave her orphanage on her 18th birthday, but from what she could remember, she didn't care. She hardly left the house unless Coco needed her or wanted her company. Really, Coco was the only person that Pandora thought to be a friend, and of course Mallory, but they hardly spoke out of work. 

Pandora was almost glad as she watched a gigantic explosion occurred before her very eyes. This was her time to shine; to prove that life is worth living, as you can always get second chances. And this was hers.

The young raven-haired girl was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't realise that there was no pilot controlling the aircraft. She could only focus on the new life she could possibly have in this safe haven called Outpost 3. 

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