"Authorities found out that the cause of the deaths here was due to resistance. We asked some witnesses to the incident— they said that the residents didn't want to leave and that they started the trouble," the newscaster announced while holding a microphone and with a focused camera.

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I threw them a sharp glare with bloodshot eyes because of incessant crying, most of them may have fought back but that wasn’t enough reason to kill them!

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I closed my eyes and remembered what happened.

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"We will give you three months, then you will need to leave this place unwillingly or willingly!" A man shouts with the construction helmet on his head. He might be the engineer or architect leading the project.

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"How did that happen?! In a long time we have lived here, why now?" our neighbour fired back who was also afraid of losing her home because she was alone in life.

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"It's not our fault if you don't have your land to build a house on. Go back to where you came from!" The engineer shouted again.

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None of us could speak because he was right. The government still does not give us the land we live on today. We are the people who are called squatters because we cannot buy our land.

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The construction workers and the man we were talking to had turned away, so we went back to our homes too.

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"Mom, why can't we just leave here? Let's just find a house somewhere. I'm sure we can find a cheap place to rent and easily find a job too," I suggested.

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I'm Caroline Miller, I'm 22 years old and currently working part-time at a convenience store. I didn't graduate from college because my mother and father were not earning enough money to pay for my school. But it's still okay because I graduated from high school. I am an only child, and I'm doing everything I can to help my parents.

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I snap back to my senses when my dad explained, "We don't have savings money to start, if we leave here, it will be a long process before we'll be hired and get paid."

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In the difficulties of life, dad was right. We didn't finish high educational attainment so the opportunities were elusive to us. I sighed and walked to the kitchen. I can't answer, even if I want to help them, I don't know-how.

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I was surprised to hear footsteps following me. I was about to take a look when someone hugged me from behind, "Just a little patience. We will make it and build a house on our own land," my mother said and smiled.

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"Let me take care of it and I will find a way for us to get out of here. Come and let's eat, I'm hungry. Aren't you hungry yet?" I asked.

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Mom separate from the hug and joked, "Come on! Your father and I have been hungry for a while because we were deafened by that engineer's shout."

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We giggled and laughter filled the house.

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Days, weeks and months passed quickly. I saw the construction workers, slowly putting in our place the tools that will be used for the project they will do. We only have a week and we're going to be evicted. Other people have also started to revolt because they do not want to give up the land, that in the first place is not ours.

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When I got home I quickly looked for my parents. I could not find them so I went to the back of our house when I heard them talking.

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"I don't know where we will be picked up in case we are evicted from here. Do you have no one to touch on? At least we will only stay at their house for a week. It is just preparation for us to find a new place to move and a job," my mom whispered with a pleading voice.

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"I tried to reach my old classmates and friends but they didn't agree," my father explained tiredly.

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I left there and entered the house. I quickly picked up my small cellphone. It has a keypad and is hard to press. I still endured. I dial the name of one of my friends. She answered my call in just three rings.

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"Hello, Celine? Are you busy today?"

"Not really, why?"

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I could hear the noise in the background as well as the laughing people. Even it was embarrassing, given the situation. I still said what is the reason for my calling.

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"I would like to borrow money for our relocation expenses. I will pay as soon as I save up," I said hopefully.

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"Omg! I'm sorry Caroline, even though I want to lend you, I don't know-how. Now that I'm on vacation with my family, I can't use my card to send you money," Celine said hurriedly.

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I heard someone calling to her in the background. She's indeed on vacation now because she mentioned that to me.

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"Okay. Thank y—" I would like to say goodbye but she already quickly cut the line.

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?I hugged my little cellphone and whispered to myself, "It doesn't matter. I'll just try with my boss. He'll help me for sure if I explain the situation."

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I am sad because I have no choice but to trust the little chance I have. I hope to be lucky at least once.

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I get to work early to catch up with my boss. Exact timing because he was about to leave, so I ran and shouted.

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"Boss! I have something to say! Wait a moment!" I ran while holding my perforated bag.

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"What is it?" He asked.

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"Our place is starting to be demolished. We have to move place, but the problem is we don't have money for expenses. I would like to ask if I can borrow. Just deduct the payment from my work fee."

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"Why didn't you tell me right away? You know I will help you. As long as you work with me, I am doubtful to reject you," he said and mess my hair.

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My eyes widened as he pulled out some money and handed it to me. Overjoyed, I hugged him and jumped.

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"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

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He left and got in his car.

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After my shift, my smile reached the sky. I tried to call my parents to tell them the good news, but no one answers. I thought maybe they were just busy with what they were doing ... but I was wrong. The happy faces of my mother and father who I expected to greet me, didn't show up. What welcomed me was our broken house, too much blood, and lifeless bodies of them.

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I tried to find someone to ask about what had happened but I could only hear the cries of the family of the dead.

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I approached a construction worker and ripped off his clothes in a rage, "I thought we had a week to go before we were permanently evicted from here! What happened ?!"

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"Sorry ma'am but because of the uprising you caused, the owner was angry. A few insurgents planned to destroy the equipment that should have been used for this project," the man explained with a sympathetic face.

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It's been three days, it's also been raining non -stop for two days. I'm still here, Sitting in the house they destroyed, waiting for my parents and a smile that's always welcome me every time I come home. The ambulance took them but I have not heard from the hospital after that.

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I was silently sobbing and was enjoying the cold and dead rain when suddenly a foot stopped in front of me, wearing luminous black shoes. I thought the rain had stopped but there was also a man holding an umbrella on my left side. I raised my eyes and saw the tall, blue-eyed man. His gaze was deep and expressionless.

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I lifted my head and saw four men wearing black tuxedos including the one who holds the umbrella, surrounding the man in front of me. The man with blue eyes was wearing a blue tuxedo.

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Because they stopped in front of me, so I was nervous and asked, "W-why?"

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When I heard the voice of the man wearing the blue tuxedo, the hair on my skin stood up. It was cold and deep. It is also perfect and every word always seems to have a tain of anger.

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?"Take her."

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"H—huh?"