The song on this chapter (which is: Losing Grip by Avril) is so perfect for Raina Anderson that I almost danced with ecstasy! It perfectly describes what Raina had felt before she committed suicide..But I hope that this song will mean something more to you--like it did to me.
Here it comes: Chapter 8:
Enjoy~~
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❝Don't hate the hacker, hate the code.❞
Nathan stretched up his arms and yawned. This shit was taking him more time than he realized.
Hmm.. Let's see.
He scrutinized at the bright computer screen.
Three..
Two..
One..
"Hacking over." A very formal female's voice said.
He smirked.
Done. He thought. Amia Rose...Here I come.
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❝When people are trying to protect someone truly special to them, they can be as strong as they want to be.❞
Melbourne, Victoria:
Parker was checking the test papers of his students when he heard his computer beep. It was a knee-jerk reaction. He immediately abandoned his work and sat beside his laptop to check what the problem was.
What he saw made his blood go cold. He froze for a second. Then, he shook his head in concentration.
Amia was right. He told himself. Something's going on out there.
And it was time for him to step in.
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❝You'll never guess her secret until she reveals it herself.❞
Ethel was still in the restaurant when he saw Amia for the first time.
He had been following her, but he was yet to see her face. From what he had seen, he knew three things about the girl.
1. She was thin, tall and a natural brunette nerd.
2. She had a very nice schoolbag.
3. She worked in the restaurant he was currently sitting in.
This cleared up his idea about having rich parents. She must be scholarship student—that meant that she was good in studies or a certain sport. Also, Roy had said that he had seen her volunteering—something that rich people didn't do. They simply throw their useless money as donation; and never lend their physical strength, just financial power.
Hey'a Barbie! Hi Ken—
He grimaced as he picked up his phone, ignoring the weird stares he was getting from the other customers. In today's disaster, he had absolutely forgotten to change his ringtone.
"What Nate?" He grumbled.
"Eth, you wouldn't believe what I fuckin' found!" Nate chuckled in disbelief at the other end.
That caught his attention. "What? Is everything okay?"
"You wouldn't fuckin' believe this." Nate said again.
"Okay. Okay. What?"
"I can't believe this myself.. This is so different from what we thought."
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