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October 21

11:30 PM.
I've been up since 4 AM this morning. I look around my bedroom, which doubles as my command center. It's been at least a month since I cleaned it out. Energy drinks and take-out boxes were littered everywhere, but I couldn't stop now. If I did, It would be as if I were inside a prison, helping an innocent man escape, but halfway there I would stop to tie my shoe, allowing us to get caught. No, I'm not a vigilante, but I sometimes fantasize about being one. Correction: used to. Now I'm too busy doing my job.
And what would that be, you ask.
Why, the one and only leader of the C-Team.
If you're not a programmer, you probably wouldn't get it: C is one of the most popular programming languages in the world. However, the C-Team isn't some low-key programming start-up. No way. We help those who were persecuted from reaching their full potential by large tech companies. Like Porta, the largest producer of Virtual-Reality headsets in the world. Which just happened to be the one I was breaking into when I discovered The Secret.
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One Last Kiss

I open the doors and walk into school, I go to my locker and scan the room. As I'm looking around I see that Jonathan has a locker across the hall from me, and Sierra's is right beside me. "HEY P.DAVIS!" she says screaming from across the room. "S.JAMES!" I say yelling back. Then, all of a sudden I feel this sharp pain in my chest and faint!
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One Last Kiss

I open the doors and walk into school, I go to my locker and scan the room. As I'm looking around I see that Jonathan has a locker across the hall from me, and Sierra's is right beside me. "HEY P.DAVIS!" she says screaming from across the room. "S.JAMES!" I say yelling back. Then, all of a sudden I feel this sharp pain in my chest and faint!
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Dangerous Words

Tanner Doherty is dead. My best friend is fucking dead. No one knows exactly what the hell happened but Tanner Stephen Doherty got his fucking throat slit behind the local diner. Knowing him, he probably fucked with the wrong person. Fucking dumbass.
“Excuse me, Miss?” A voice says behind me. I turn my head slightly to see a news reporter standing way too close to me, cameras at the ready. “Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?”
“Sure, I guess.” I said nonchalantly. The reporter smiled and instructed the camera man to turn on the camera. Facing the camera, the baby faced reporter began to speak.
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