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/Violence//Action//Mild Language/
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/Violence//Action//Mild Language/
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Yin & Yang
Light and Darkness, two opposite features that shape the mind, our lives, and just about everything. You can't have one without the other. There is a natural balance of these two. With light comes darkness, and with darkness comes light. One must wonder though...what would happen if one were to out do the other. What if there is so much light, that it shines through all darkness, and what if there is so much darkness that it overwhelms the light? Is it possible that both light and darkness can even be controlled?
My name is Jason Dephen and until today, I thought there was someone or some thing out there that wanted to make my life miserable. So many aggravating events occurred in my life as if they were planned out to just ruin my happiness. If I had a fun day at school; the instant I get in my mother's car, she'd run her mouth about something that would just completely ruin the mood. Most of the time, it would just be the fact that I had to see her...ever since I became a teenager, I've lost some connecting with her, but there are times where I truly value her being my mother.
Because so much negatives happen to me, I figured to be bad myself, hoping that if I were demented enough, then heavenly things would happen to me, you know like reverse psychology, but those positive things rarely came. Then I obtained a necklace which I had my mom buy for me off the internet. It was Japanese and it was supposed to grant good luck. I love the Japanese culture, and I figured that I needed some luck in my life, so after two weeks had passed, I finally obtained it. The symbol looked just like the image on the website and I put it on. There were a few papers that came with it. One for advertisement purposes, and the other had a written note saying "Good luck".
For the first week, I took notice of some rather lucky events like my geometry teacher being gone for two days which was like heaven. As time passed, I gained more confidence in this lucky charm, but one single day gave me full confidence in the power of this necklace...and it even opened my eyes to an ability I'd held all along. On Thanksgiving day, my family gathered at my aunts house and I turned my phone off before we ate to be polite, but after it all, I tried to turn it back on, but no matter what, It would never go back to its regular screen, only a white screen with the battery notice at the top left. The next day, I told mom about this, and she tried everything in her power to fix it, but nothing worked. She went in to the back room and pulled out the latest phone on the market. It had web browsing, keyboard for texting, touch screen, just about anything you can do with a computer. I had wanted this for ages and knew that it cost too much for someone like me to have. Apparently, I was wrong. This amazed me, and not to be petty but this is a highlight to my teenage life.
Now, for years I've been the type to hope for something more than reality. I like to believe in teleportation, telekinesis, and all that good stuff. I even tried to do these things but failed each attempt, don't laugh, I have a big imagination. So two nights later, before I went to bed, I thought about my increase of luck lately, I mean this was the most luck I've ever had in my life. I noticed however, that for the past week, I've been having more positive thoughts, and not thinking of the negative as much. Being the type of person I am, I told myself "That must be it, when I notice the bad, more bad happens to me, and when I think of the good; good happens to me!" It all made sense to me; I control light and darkness. I tested this theory throughout the week, but that was a big mistake on my part.
I was doing my homework one Friday night, sitting on one of our black couches in the living room. I figured if I just got it done I'd have both Saturday and Sunday without the homework starring at me in the face, leaving me with plenty of time to just hang out with friends. As I wrote on the sheet of paper, I got a little frustrated since I was using the cushions to keep my papers. Probably not the best idea. My pencil went straight through the paper. Annoyed enough as it is, my neck was cramping so I glanced up, stretching my neck a bit and I noticed a figure reflecting from the T.V. screen. I knew that pillows sat in that area on top of the other couch, so I figured it was my imagination.
However, I just couldn't escape the faint feeling of someone behind me, so I looked back at the screen and saw a man looking at me from the couch. The most nerve racking shivers filled my body. I quickly turned to face him but no one could be seen. I returned my focus at the screen again and there he was. What was going on? I can see him in the T.V. but not on the couch? Did I turn on the T.V. by accident? No, the couch sunk as if someone were sitting, and the remote was sitting on the coffee table to my side. He was there...I quickly reached for my phone on the arm rest. I started the camera feature and pointed it in the man's direction and he was visible to me. I quickly stood up and walked in front of the T.V. keeping my phone fixed on him as he followed me with his eyes.
" What do you want? W-Who are you?!" I Asked, fear striking my tone. He smirked and stood up, and in that instant, a fly sprang out from the kitchen and miraculously transformed into a black haired women, who took a stance with one hand holding her body off the ground and the other stretched to her side in front of me, as if she were trying to protect me. She starred fiercely at the man and began, " Stay away from him! "
" So this is where you've been hiding this whole time... " He spoke. I could actually hear him, but still I couldn't see him.
" That's right...I've been waiting here to make sure you don't touch him anymore. "
" Heh, does this mean you left all those others to die then? "
"..." She did not reply. There was silence for a moment and then this mysterious woman took hold of my arm and dragged me to our right and out of the side door, the man instantly on our trail, leaping over the coffee table.
" What's going on?! " I demanded. The women looked at me and told me, " I know you're confused, but we'll talk later. I need to get you away from here first. Then I'll explain everything. " She took me by both my arms and shape shifted into an eagle, clenching my shirt by her talons and flying. It was amazing for her to be able to fly while holding me, even though I'm not very heavy, this woman must be quite strong. With many questions forming in my mind, we flew off into the light blue sky, cloudless, the sun bright and yellow as it shined in my eyes....
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Today was one of the most amazing days of my life...I knew being in karate would help me with controlling myself, but something even larger occurred today, something that changed my life entirely. As the day began, I started regularly; putting on my clothes, breakfast, and brushing my teeth, and so on. Later that day, I was dropped off at the dojo after yet another stressful day in high school. I entered the dojo with my arm-strap bag. I found an unused area to drop my stuff and continued to the dress room to switch into my outfit which I like to call my Samurai Costume. My master confronted me as I exited the changing room and spoke to me.
" Hello Ayame, are you ready for today's special training? " He asked, placing his hand on my shoulder. When his hand touched my shoulder, I could barely feel it come into contact with me. Normally, this would be a big shocker, but from experience, he could pack a punch...trust me. If he wanted, he could punch a hole through a cement block, hell, probably even a wall if he really tried.
" Yeah, lets get to the fighting! " I responded, eagerly. I started punching the air with my fists and then kicked with one foot, showing I wanted to do some one-on-one, right here, right now. He smiled a bit and caught my punch as I tried to throw it at the air once more.
" Not that type of training...it's a very special training that helps me with my strength. I've watch your growth in my dojo and I think you're finally ready....I could be wrong though..."
" No, I'm totally ready! I was only joking, master! " I bowed to him to show my respect and wanting of forgiveness. He giggled yet again and lifted my upright.
" I was only joking." He mocked. I was not amused. I crossed my arms and walked a bit away and turned my head back towards him. My master and I have always been close, so we're able to joke like this. He's like a second father to me, helping me with my life problems and just being there when I need him.
" So...what exactly it this training? " I asked in curiosity.
" I'm glad you asked, " He walked towards me and brought me to the ground. " ...Concentration is very important, you know this. However, there is a particular level of concentration where the flow of natural energy may move through you. "
" Flow of natural energy? "
" Yes, all things have a natural energy and when you have met the required level of concentration, it will flow through you. This is what I call upon to enforce such strong attacks.
" R-Really!? Come on teach me how to get to this level, I'm ready. " I was shocked that my master was actually going to teach me his secret to the power he controls. You might think that this was a highlight of my day, but what came next eclipsed that.
" See...you are special...the natural flow of energy already flows within you. I've felt it when I come into contact with you. You just need to know how to control it, and in order to do so, you must unlock your mind and be in full concentration. "
" But, I've been concentrated before, nothing special happened during any of the other training practices of concentration. "
" True, but during those exercise, when did you ever use physical force while focusing in such a way? "
" ... " I didn't know what to say. All along I had this power and never knew how to use it. We sat, beginning our meditation. Not even a minute had passed when master Kioto's eyes grew as he looked up at the entrance to the dojo. He swiftly pulled himself up, hauling me up as well. He looked in fear at the empty entrance. No one was there.
" Master, what's wrong? " I asked, beginning to become frightened. What was the meaning of such sudden motions? As well, master Kioto seemed frightened.
"...two..." He whispered, pushing in the direction of the back area of the dojo. " Leave through the back exit and run home, now! " He ordered. Now facing the door, preparing himself for battle as he began a stance he had taught to his students, holding one arm forward and the other behind his back. I looked back as I ran for the exit. I didn't know what was going on, but when my master orders me to do something...I have no choice but to honor his command. A tear appeared rolling down my face, fell to the ground. All I could do was hope that he'd be alright...
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Always the pawn, always...Told what to do, being ordered around like a servant. I never thought I could do anything about it, I always felt defenseless...but not anymore. Now I'm the one in control. My name is Alia Swan, and before today, I was a slave not per say, but I would be ordered to do something for someone all the time, and for some reason...I always did what they told me. Every time I stood up for myself and tried to take control I would fail. I don't know if it's because I'm a girl or what, but I really didn't like it. However, in one day everything changed.
The first occurrence happened one the morning while both my mother and I were in the kitchen. I was finishing up some homework while mother was washing dishes. I was thinking in my head about square roots but I was having a difficult time with it. Next thing I know, mom thinks she heard a noise at the window. All I heard was mom asking, " What was that? " As a response, I replied, " What was what? " She looked at me, rolling her eyes, and continued with the dishes.
The second time this happened, It landed me into a bit of trouble...or, so one would think...It was during school and I had entered my 3rd period class with my books in hand and my backpack strapped on... I sat my things down on my desk, one of my classmates walked by and purposely dropped her pen. She looked down, and then up at me.
"...Well, are you gunna get that? " She asked rudely. I looked down at the pen, then to her...I ignored her and put my backpack on the floor as I took my seat. The girl put one hand on my desk with the other on her hip.
" Excuse me...? " This stuck-up girl continued her harassment towards me.
"...Yes? " I replied, annoyed now.
" Um, you need to pick that up for me. "
" Can't you pick it up yourself? "
" What, when you're going to do it for me? Ha, no way. "
"..." She did not move and inch. She continued to stare into my eyes. (Just leave...pick up the damn pen and get the hell away from me.) I thought to myself, but I caved in. I couldn't take her stubbornness, so I leaned over in my seat and reached for her pen...then I heard the faintest statement from her.
" That's what I thought...a man should always pick up things for a lady. " My eyes were fierce that moment. I forgot all about the pen, charged out of my seat and gave her a whooping slap across her face, a slap so loud, the aliens from Pluto could hear the echo. Her face was to the side, her cheek redder than a cherry painted over with even more red. The teacher charged over and took hold of both of us before anything else happened. At this point, I didn't care about punishments, how dare she make such a rude statement and call me a man! It's completely outrageous.
" Alia, what is wrong with you?! " Mrs. Hornet roared.
" Did you not hear what she just said to me?! "
" Alia, nothing came out of her mouth! What is the matter, do need to go to the clinic? "
" Are you kidding me, she said to me 'a man should always pick up things for a lady' when she told me to pick up her pen. The classroom filled with laughter. My eyes became teary. No one heard her, and now I've made a complete fool of myself. I collapsed into my seat and covered my head within my arms, crying. Next thing I knew, 10 minutes later when the class had been nearly half way done, the classroom phone rang.
" Alia, they want you in the office...they said to bring your stuff, you'll be leaving early today. " Mrs. Hornet announced. My face was pinkish and you could tell I had been crying. I grabbed my things and headed for the door. Before I turned the knob, Mrs. Hornet spoke, " You have a referral by the way for earlier. " I didn't bother with it, I just continued on my way. As I walked through the halls I kept thinking, (Please don't let mom find out, please just don't give me a referral, please, please don't give me a referral!)
As I entered the front office, I noticed two men who were unknown to me. They were dressed in very nice black suites...all black in fact, nothing on them was any other color. A bit odd, but people are free to their fashion I guess. I walked up to the counter, ignoring them.
" They called me up here, I'm Alia Swan. " I stated to the women at the desk.
" Yes, your father's here to take you home. " She pointed to the two men staring at me now.
" Neither of them are my father, ma'am..."
"...Neither, are you feeling okay dear? " We both looked at the two men. Is this lady crazy, or am I?
" Alia, hunny, please hurry, we need to go. " One of the men stated to me. I backed away from him.
" ...He is not my father... " All of the sudden, everything turned black and I could not see anything but darkness. I fell to the floor, that I could tell by the feel of my body crashing into the tile. I did not know what had happened, but while in that darkness I heard the voices of a man talking. I was in a car now. I could hear the engine roar. Although I still could not see.
" I've got her, I'm on my way..." I heard. He must have been talking with someone on the phone because I could hear a ruffled voice responding to him.
" No, she's only heard two people today, not enough for her to find out I don't think. "
"...Two people...what? Could he be talking about...mom and the girl from class? That means....I wasn't hearing things..."
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My name is Jason Dephen and until today, I thought there was someone or some thing out there that wanted to make my life miserable. So many aggravating events occurred in my life as if they were planned out to just ruin my happiness. If I had a fun day at school; the instant I get in my mother's car, she'd run her mouth about something that would just completely ruin the mood. Most of the time, it would just be the fact that I had to see her...ever since I became a teenager, I've lost some connecting with her, but there are times where I truly value her being my mother.
Because so much negatives happen to me, I figured to be bad myself, hoping that if I were demented enough, then heavenly things would happen to me, you know like reverse psychology, but those positive things rarely came. Then I obtained a necklace which I had my mom buy for me off the internet. It was Japanese and it was supposed to grant good luck. I love the Japanese culture, and I figured that I needed some luck in my life, so after two weeks had passed, I finally obtained it. The symbol looked just like the image on the website and I put it on. There were a few papers that came with it. One for advertisement purposes, and the other had a written note saying "Good luck".
For the first week, I took notice of some rather lucky events like my geometry teacher being gone for two days which was like heaven. As time passed, I gained more confidence in this lucky charm, but one single day gave me full confidence in the power of this necklace...and it even opened my eyes to an ability I'd held all along. On Thanksgiving day, my family gathered at my aunts house and I turned my phone off before we ate to be polite, but after it all, I tried to turn it back on, but no matter what, It would never go back to its regular screen, only a white screen with the battery notice at the top left. The next day, I told mom about this, and she tried everything in her power to fix it, but nothing worked. She went in to the back room and pulled out the latest phone on the market. It had web browsing, keyboard for texting, touch screen, just about anything you can do with a computer. I had wanted this for ages and knew that it cost too much for someone like me to have. Apparently, I was wrong. This amazed me, and not to be petty but this is a highlight to my teenage life.
Now, for years I've been the type to hope for something more than reality. I like to believe in teleportation, telekinesis, and all that good stuff. I even tried to do these things but failed each attempt, don't laugh, I have a big imagination. So two nights later, before I went to bed, I thought about my increase of luck lately, I mean this was the most luck I've ever had in my life. I noticed however, that for the past week, I've been having more positive thoughts, and not thinking of the negative as much. Being the type of person I am, I told myself "That must be it, when I notice the bad, more bad happens to me, and when I think of the good; good happens to me!" It all made sense to me; I control light and darkness. I tested this theory throughout the week, but that was a big mistake on my part.
I was doing my homework one Friday night, sitting on one of our black couches in the living room. I figured if I just got it done I'd have both Saturday and Sunday without the homework starring at me in the face, leaving me with plenty of time to just hang out with friends. As I wrote on the sheet of paper, I got a little frustrated since I was using the cushions to keep my papers. Probably not the best idea. My pencil went straight through the paper. Annoyed enough as it is, my neck was cramping so I glanced up, stretching my neck a bit and I noticed a figure reflecting from the T.V. screen. I knew that pillows sat in that area on top of the other couch, so I figured it was my imagination.
However, I just couldn't escape the faint feeling of someone behind me, so I looked back at the screen and saw a man looking at me from the couch. The most nerve racking shivers filled my body. I quickly turned to face him but no one could be seen. I returned my focus at the screen again and there he was. What was going on? I can see him in the T.V. but not on the couch? Did I turn on the T.V. by accident? No, the couch sunk as if someone were sitting, and the remote was sitting on the coffee table to my side. He was there...I quickly reached for my phone on the arm rest. I started the camera feature and pointed it in the man's direction and he was visible to me. I quickly stood up and walked in front of the T.V. keeping my phone fixed on him as he followed me with his eyes.
" What do you want? W-Who are you?!" I Asked, fear striking my tone. He smirked and stood up, and in that instant, a fly sprang out from the kitchen and miraculously transformed into a black haired women, who took a stance with one hand holding her body off the ground and the other stretched to her side in front of me, as if she were trying to protect me. She starred fiercely at the man and began, " Stay away from him! "
" So this is where you've been hiding this whole time... " He spoke. I could actually hear him, but still I couldn't see him.
" That's right...I've been waiting here to make sure you don't touch him anymore. "
" Heh, does this mean you left all those others to die then? "
"..." She did not reply. There was silence for a moment and then this mysterious woman took hold of my arm and dragged me to our right and out of the side door, the man instantly on our trail, leaping over the coffee table.
" What's going on?! " I demanded. The women looked at me and told me, " I know you're confused, but we'll talk later. I need to get you away from here first. Then I'll explain everything. " She took me by both my arms and shape shifted into an eagle, clenching my shirt by her talons and flying. It was amazing for her to be able to fly while holding me, even though I'm not very heavy, this woman must be quite strong. With many questions forming in my mind, we flew off into the light blue sky, cloudless, the sun bright and yellow as it shined in my eyes....
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Path Of The Samurai
Today was one of the most amazing days of my life...I knew being in karate would help me with controlling myself, but something even larger occurred today, something that changed my life entirely. As the day began, I started regularly; putting on my clothes, breakfast, and brushing my teeth, and so on. Later that day, I was dropped off at the dojo after yet another stressful day in high school. I entered the dojo with my arm-strap bag. I found an unused area to drop my stuff and continued to the dress room to switch into my outfit which I like to call my Samurai Costume. My master confronted me as I exited the changing room and spoke to me.
" Hello Ayame, are you ready for today's special training? " He asked, placing his hand on my shoulder. When his hand touched my shoulder, I could barely feel it come into contact with me. Normally, this would be a big shocker, but from experience, he could pack a punch...trust me. If he wanted, he could punch a hole through a cement block, hell, probably even a wall if he really tried.
" Yeah, lets get to the fighting! " I responded, eagerly. I started punching the air with my fists and then kicked with one foot, showing I wanted to do some one-on-one, right here, right now. He smiled a bit and caught my punch as I tried to throw it at the air once more.
" Not that type of training...it's a very special training that helps me with my strength. I've watch your growth in my dojo and I think you're finally ready....I could be wrong though..."
" No, I'm totally ready! I was only joking, master! " I bowed to him to show my respect and wanting of forgiveness. He giggled yet again and lifted my upright.
" I was only joking." He mocked. I was not amused. I crossed my arms and walked a bit away and turned my head back towards him. My master and I have always been close, so we're able to joke like this. He's like a second father to me, helping me with my life problems and just being there when I need him.
" So...what exactly it this training? " I asked in curiosity.
" I'm glad you asked, " He walked towards me and brought me to the ground. " ...Concentration is very important, you know this. However, there is a particular level of concentration where the flow of natural energy may move through you. "
" Flow of natural energy? "
" Yes, all things have a natural energy and when you have met the required level of concentration, it will flow through you. This is what I call upon to enforce such strong attacks.
" R-Really!? Come on teach me how to get to this level, I'm ready. " I was shocked that my master was actually going to teach me his secret to the power he controls. You might think that this was a highlight of my day, but what came next eclipsed that.
" See...you are special...the natural flow of energy already flows within you. I've felt it when I come into contact with you. You just need to know how to control it, and in order to do so, you must unlock your mind and be in full concentration. "
" But, I've been concentrated before, nothing special happened during any of the other training practices of concentration. "
" True, but during those exercise, when did you ever use physical force while focusing in such a way? "
" ... " I didn't know what to say. All along I had this power and never knew how to use it. We sat, beginning our meditation. Not even a minute had passed when master Kioto's eyes grew as he looked up at the entrance to the dojo. He swiftly pulled himself up, hauling me up as well. He looked in fear at the empty entrance. No one was there.
" Master, what's wrong? " I asked, beginning to become frightened. What was the meaning of such sudden motions? As well, master Kioto seemed frightened.
"...two..." He whispered, pushing in the direction of the back area of the dojo. " Leave through the back exit and run home, now! " He ordered. Now facing the door, preparing himself for battle as he began a stance he had taught to his students, holding one arm forward and the other behind his back. I looked back as I ran for the exit. I didn't know what was going on, but when my master orders me to do something...I have no choice but to honor his command. A tear appeared rolling down my face, fell to the ground. All I could do was hope that he'd be alright...
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Turning Tides
Always the pawn, always...Told what to do, being ordered around like a servant. I never thought I could do anything about it, I always felt defenseless...but not anymore. Now I'm the one in control. My name is Alia Swan, and before today, I was a slave not per say, but I would be ordered to do something for someone all the time, and for some reason...I always did what they told me. Every time I stood up for myself and tried to take control I would fail. I don't know if it's because I'm a girl or what, but I really didn't like it. However, in one day everything changed.
The first occurrence happened one the morning while both my mother and I were in the kitchen. I was finishing up some homework while mother was washing dishes. I was thinking in my head about square roots but I was having a difficult time with it. Next thing I know, mom thinks she heard a noise at the window. All I heard was mom asking, " What was that? " As a response, I replied, " What was what? " She looked at me, rolling her eyes, and continued with the dishes.
The second time this happened, It landed me into a bit of trouble...or, so one would think...It was during school and I had entered my 3rd period class with my books in hand and my backpack strapped on... I sat my things down on my desk, one of my classmates walked by and purposely dropped her pen. She looked down, and then up at me.
"...Well, are you gunna get that? " She asked rudely. I looked down at the pen, then to her...I ignored her and put my backpack on the floor as I took my seat. The girl put one hand on my desk with the other on her hip.
" Excuse me...? " This stuck-up girl continued her harassment towards me.
"...Yes? " I replied, annoyed now.
" Um, you need to pick that up for me. "
" Can't you pick it up yourself? "
" What, when you're going to do it for me? Ha, no way. "
"..." She did not move and inch. She continued to stare into my eyes. (Just leave...pick up the damn pen and get the hell away from me.) I thought to myself, but I caved in. I couldn't take her stubbornness, so I leaned over in my seat and reached for her pen...then I heard the faintest statement from her.
" That's what I thought...a man should always pick up things for a lady. " My eyes were fierce that moment. I forgot all about the pen, charged out of my seat and gave her a whooping slap across her face, a slap so loud, the aliens from Pluto could hear the echo. Her face was to the side, her cheek redder than a cherry painted over with even more red. The teacher charged over and took hold of both of us before anything else happened. At this point, I didn't care about punishments, how dare she make such a rude statement and call me a man! It's completely outrageous.
" Alia, what is wrong with you?! " Mrs. Hornet roared.
" Did you not hear what she just said to me?! "
" Alia, nothing came out of her mouth! What is the matter, do need to go to the clinic? "
" Are you kidding me, she said to me 'a man should always pick up things for a lady' when she told me to pick up her pen. The classroom filled with laughter. My eyes became teary. No one heard her, and now I've made a complete fool of myself. I collapsed into my seat and covered my head within my arms, crying. Next thing I knew, 10 minutes later when the class had been nearly half way done, the classroom phone rang.
" Alia, they want you in the office...they said to bring your stuff, you'll be leaving early today. " Mrs. Hornet announced. My face was pinkish and you could tell I had been crying. I grabbed my things and headed for the door. Before I turned the knob, Mrs. Hornet spoke, " You have a referral by the way for earlier. " I didn't bother with it, I just continued on my way. As I walked through the halls I kept thinking, (Please don't let mom find out, please just don't give me a referral, please, please don't give me a referral!)
As I entered the front office, I noticed two men who were unknown to me. They were dressed in very nice black suites...all black in fact, nothing on them was any other color. A bit odd, but people are free to their fashion I guess. I walked up to the counter, ignoring them.
" They called me up here, I'm Alia Swan. " I stated to the women at the desk.
" Yes, your father's here to take you home. " She pointed to the two men staring at me now.
" Neither of them are my father, ma'am..."
"...Neither, are you feeling okay dear? " We both looked at the two men. Is this lady crazy, or am I?
" Alia, hunny, please hurry, we need to go. " One of the men stated to me. I backed away from him.
" ...He is not my father... " All of the sudden, everything turned black and I could not see anything but darkness. I fell to the floor, that I could tell by the feel of my body crashing into the tile. I did not know what had happened, but while in that darkness I heard the voices of a man talking. I was in a car now. I could hear the engine roar. Although I still could not see.
" I've got her, I'm on my way..." I heard. He must have been talking with someone on the phone because I could hear a ruffled voice responding to him.
" No, she's only heard two people today, not enough for her to find out I don't think. "
"...Two people...what? Could he be talking about...mom and the girl from class? That means....I wasn't hearing things..."
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