Prologue

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"You little mutt," the boy with the black hair shouts at the barely five foot child. Knowing this wasn't his first time getting shoved into a locker, the little boy collected his thoughts. This time he WILL NOT get pushed around. "I WILL GET YOU ALL ONE DAY! JUST WATCH! I WILL GET YOU!"
"Oh really?" Says the girl with blonde streaks. There was about 9 of them there. Five boys and four girls. Just one was missing out of the group. The one who actually was cold as ice but had nothing to do with this. But did associate with these people. The boy pushed up his glasses from the bridge of his nose. "I won't forget." From that day the nine of them never really saw that nerdy loser. He had gotten picked on for the various threats he placed upon people that irked the nerves of people. The vengeance that he promised kept all the others waiting for a miracle. Soon years went by, one by one they forgot about the scenario. Those were all irrelevant and bullshit in the ears of them.

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