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If Calantha were here, she would be really astonished because this is the one which injected her. - An assistant took the pack of syringe, put it in the iron bag. Everyone was all busy with taking Marcus's sample. Finally, everyone got out except for Marcus, Dr.Mesly, Jim and the caretaker, Ronal. - "Although we haven't had the exact result, the percent determined that Mr.Marcus and that Omegle are suitable is approximately over 90%" Dr.Mesly said and laughed "This may be good for yourself, you ought to instantly seek for an Omegle that can help you solve your problems"

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I waved her away. "See ya babe." She kissed my cheek, winked at Ben and strutted off. "That was..." Ben blew out his breath. "I'm so sorry. She only talks like that when she's drunk." I apologized. "It's fine." He said. "So your number?". "Phone." I held out my palm towards him. He placed his phone in my palm and I quickly typed in my number, saved it then passed it back to him. "Seriously?". I chuckled as my phone vibrated in my purse. "You had to verify?".

CHAPTER 01. UNREALISTIC DREAMS. SHELLY. “Coming Mum.“ I yelled for the umpteenth time, but didn't move an itch from the worn-out marble floor I laid. My gaze was still fixed on the small television which was just few metres away from me, with my chin on my hands for support. Excitement had the best of me and nothing else seemed to matter at the moment. It was that period of time that comes every year when the 'Greygott conglomeration' makes an exemption for a lower-class to get admitted into the prestigious Greygott high-shool.

Her actions had put her in this situation, and she was afraid that she might unintentionally harm me if she continued to do things her way. "You seem really down today, huh?" I said, giving her cheeks a playful pinch to try to cheer her up. "Let me tell you something." As she looked at me expectantly, I continued, "Imagine you have a pair of well-branded sneakers that you've worn for a long time. It seems that the left pair starts to show more wear and tear than the right. It's always tripping you up and getting dirtier faster. Meanwhile, the right pair remains in good condition. One day, while walking down the street, you notice that the left shoe is critically damaged. It's still holding t

Slim I leaned against my car in the parking lot, waiting for the familiar sound of the bell to signal the end of the school day. Feeling restless, I absentmindedly touched the cut on my cheek, then reached for the cigarette I had tucked behind my ear. I lit it up and took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. As the bell rang, I dropped the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with my shoe. The doors swung open, and students spilled out, eager to escape the building. People approached me, much to my displeasure. Being popular seemed to make sense to others, but it held no appeal for me. I disliked social interactions of any kind, but I tolerated them.

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He had that recorded too? "Will you calm down?" His voice blared from his phone. "I can't believe you are still scared of this, even worse. They are just snakes," "Fucking dumbass. You're both the same," Rominic smirked at me. I stared at him with irritation. What was he planning to achieve with an implicating record of me? And when did he get the chance to edit the record? We were together the whole time! "Computer, turn on the previous 7D simulation program,"

Everything that happens a second time ends up being worst than the last. I decide to be brave. I decide to text Zander. Me: Can we talk? Zander: No. Me: Why? Zander: No Me: Please? Zander: No Me: Meet me in the secret pathway in our neighborhood? Zander: Fine. Me: Are you at school? Zander: No. Me: Why? Zander: See you later. Me: Bye.