My name is Judi and I live in a town where nothing ever happens. Smoke blows and the rain pores in and out every day but nothing
ever happens here. If it wasn’t for Ian and his hover bored I don’t know what I
do. I guess just sit around with my friends all day. Summer is such a
drag here. It feels exactly the same as winter with the bitter cold gust of
winds that blow off the tops of the mountains. The clouds are always hanging
over head locking us in and teasing us with the threat of rain.
Waking up was never my thing. That quick sudden moment when you
have to think about where you are is always frightening to me. The light
hurting my slowly adjusting eyes, the numbness of my feet, that light yet
heavy feel to my head; I hated it all. The perfect murder has no reasons,wow goldhe said, the perfect murder needs only apower leveling, as it was in Auschwitz. Not the crematoria, of course, but as it
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“I remember when all used to do was dance. All I wanna do is
dance.” The senseless rambles of me and nothing else. I had some kind of
disorder that I had to take medication for. It wares off by the time I wake
up the following morning. They said that while I walked around normally a
portion of my mind was still in dream mode and it occasionally blurted out.
“Maybe in time, you’ll want to be mine.” Apparently this dream was no
different then the million of others I’ve had recently.
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