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“The cases belong to the department. The specialized drugs belong to the department. Hoarding them all for yourself and refusing to share with anyone else, what is that if not selfish?” With that, she stood up and clapped her hands. “Everyone, speak your mind. Isn’t Dr. Britton the most selfish person in this department? She applies for imported supplies and uses them only for herself. She keeps her case files locked away so no one else can see them. She even hides her surgical techniques, terrified that someone might learn from her and surpass her.” A few people nodded. “That research project was entirely yours from start to finish. You didn’t even leave room for a co-author. How was that f

He yelled and stood up. He walked to the window and whined down the blinds. The sun penetrated through, showing his full face. A scar ran down his face, a big faded cut on his cheek. He stood still, watching through the blinds. Who took it? Who had the guts to take my Containers? He yelped. Boss... please calm down, we'll get it back. Spider assured. Those containers were filled with 10 billion drugs readied to be smuggled to Russia. Do a clean job and bring it back, Spider.

I ordered Bruno and he responded with a nod. I stepped into the car to see if I could find anything to track Giovanni down, I found nothing but a small plastic bag filled with cocaine and a piece of marijuana in the middle. Instantly I knew who it was from, there was only one dealer who had the style of storing up marijuana in cocaine. Giovanni was still dealing with Sage, the nutritious dealer who smuggles drugs and women.

She seems so happy after the last paper and I can see her sitting on op of Olive’s locker. I smile at her then go about cleaning my desk and selecting the books that I want to carry home with me for that one week.I pick a few African literature pieces:Things fall apart by Chinua Achebe and The River Between by Ngugi Thiong’o.I have started to really love literature classes especially when we started discussing different books.I also a few other books in my backpack and make a note to carry my diary with me.I hope I don’t forget that because it feels like a part of me,a week will be too long without it.

It was hot and muggy weeks from Golden Valle to Lovecraft County hot days when little left their homes only if necessary and even more important the daily work and those days when the sun was so hot and radioactive that normal was the most boring. Several people disappeared among indigents and homeless people a new drug was floating through the streets and the clown of crime himself walked through the shadows young and adults ran through the alleys. They were looking for the drug called Desire which they said revealed their greatest desires and would not wake up anymore it was a hallucinogenic drug. What induced those who used it to reveal and use the greatest desires and that in their dream

I asked tucking strands of free hair behind my ear before folding my arms. He flicked his eyes to me and instantly, I saw he was totally wasted. Probably because he had been there drinking his losses away. He was always here more than three times a week and I was sure if he continued... In a short while, he was going to start selling off his stuff just so he could gamble. He was really a terrible player. He staggered in front of me as one of his guy's hands reflexively stretched out to catch him in case he fell. His shirt was untidily tucked in and a brown stain on the chest area of the shirt made me scrunch my nose in disgust.

he sighed,”Now my corporation Bank's Industry isn’t really what it seems. “What do you mean?” I asked. Mom and Kent walked behind dad, and stood by his side. “Chambers Industry doesn’t invest in stocks,” he sighed, “We’re a drug business. A gang as a matter of fact.” “What?” I began,”Are you serious?” “Yes he’s serious,” mom sighed. I stayed silent and tried to process all of this. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I raged. “We wanted to protect you,” dad replied, “You had such a positive out look on life. I wanted you to have that happiness, instead of looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life.”

I couldn't avoid it since there was so much I wanted to cover, and there are no regrets. Special Author's Note: I get this question a ton; Was there any inspiration to writing this series? The answer is yes. My mother struggled with a heroin addiction, I've lost friends and a girlfriend to it, and I battle my own addictions every single day. This is a subject I feel strongly about, and I mostly relate to Hollis. Recovery is and has been frightening, but it's worth it in the end. Taking your life back from the very thing that robbed you of it has got to be one of the most priceless feelings for a ton of people.