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It’s survival of the fittest…

Robin’s last journal entry… Because there are no pages left.
Natural disasters laid waste to our home no matter how many times we rebuilt it. We were banished from human civilization fifteen years ago because we’re different and a potential threat. Honestly, none of us wanted to cause any trouble… Living amongst the normal beings with a job, shopping centers and cars to drive was all we could really ask for.
They sent us away to an island, threatening to lock us up in cages or prison cells if we’re found on their lands. Some even say we should not have been exiled… “Put them in zoos!” they’d shout. That would have been downright inhumane, but I wouldn’t doubt some of us would be locked up so people can stare at us all day.
The place we’re forced to call home is called the Island of Outlaws. Some of us call it Hell… I call it ridiculous. I was only nine years old when I was moved here and since then, I’ve had to raise my little sister, Vanessa. Our parents were killed during the exile because they fought against the humans’ wishes; they wanted better for their children. Vanessa doesn’t even remember what our parents look like… She was only two at the time.
Why are we all here? We have what some call ‘gifts’ and what others call ‘a plague’. It all depends on how you look at it; you either hate it or love it. I quite like being different, actually. I came to really accept myself ever since the banishment because after seeing how afraid humans are of differences, I also realized how jealous they might be.
One of these days, we'll have to move. The island can produce only so much food and the meat is getting scarce. As long as we're on the run, I hope that one of these days, we can go back home.