Prologue<p>

My story starts with me moving.  As cliché as that may be, it’s the truth and the foundation of my nightmare.<br>
	I’m Verity.  I used to live in San Bernadino, CA.  Now I live in Tarryton.<br>
 Tarryton appears to be the ideal town.  It looks like a town straight from the fantasy books.  It has its own hospital, grocery store, movie theater, and even restaurants.  These are all things that Tarryton’s less than 3,000 residents can indulge in.  The first time I saw it I got chills.  They were separated from the world outside of its gates; isolated inside its perfected little series of streets with flawless rose bushes.  <br>
	Tarryton has over five Christian churches, all white and cordial looking.  Their steeples stand high above all the other buildings, looking down on the roads.  The churches were almost members of the community- elitist members of the community.<br>
	I, Verity Charles, am an atheist.  Of course, my parents are not.  They’re Catholic.  I just never bought into the religious bologna they tried to spoon-feed me.  I was even named after a person from the Bible.  Verity means truth.<br>
	One thing I realized when I moved in to Tarryton was that I should never let anybody know that I was not Christian.  My friend Thomas taught me that among other things.<br>
	Tarryton seems like the most perfect and most inviting places to live, when in actuality, it’s the coldest and most judgmental place I’d ever been to.

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