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Judgement 17
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Judgment~ to hold as an opinion: guess, think

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The election couldn't have gone smoother, Isaiah took the lead twenty four of twenty seven votes. Veronica, Austin, Jackie and the pups took the train back to the van and went back to Austin's house. They hung out till late in the evening. Thats when my plans were put into action.

I call myself Judd Ment.

Violet Ranger's the new leader? I will take my rightful place as leader of The Falls. My fathers, father passed away before my father was even able to drive. He left the gang in the hands of the second in command, Ryker Thompson.

Who's only Heir was Jackson Thompson, who was adopted by the Greene's when he was put into foster care. Ryker was put in pain by lung cancer at a stage three level, and with the bills piling up, he couldn't afford to care for Jackson the way he wanted, and he knew if he held on he would only kill the child he loved so dearly. And now Jackson's stepping down for the very same reason. Throwing an innocent Girl right in harms way.

I left my marks on her body at the beginning.

I leave a note tied to her steering wheel tonight.

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Veronica Greene
October 24th
2:38 am

"Henry?" I knocked on his door once and then twice, and swung the door open. Tears rolling down my face.

I'd made it to the end of the dream and it felt so real, I had to know he was still alive. I needed to know his heart was beating. I don't know if he was a part of the dream this time like he was last time but I had to know. My answer came when he flicked on his lamp and his bloodshot eyes matched my own. He reached for me and I without thinking climbed into bed with him.

I buried my face in his chest, as his arms wrapped around me. I must have cried for an hour, in both relief and pain. I knew he was still crying as well. The lamp remained on until I reached over and turned it off, when breathing became easier. My own arms wound their way around him.

I felt an indescribable peace in his arms, like I always had. It didn't matter what the situation was. Somehow he always made my mind stop whirring when he held me.

I drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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5:30 am

Alarms were blaring all through the house, including in my ear. I reached to turn it off, only finding a phone.

I scrunched my nose and tried sitting up. Only finding that the bed was holding me down at the waist. I turned my head slightly finding a mop of black hair strewn across my shoulder. A small smile crept across my face and I reached over and shook his shoulder.

"Good morning It, you need to wake up." I spoke softly. I had a laugh stuck in my throat.

"Good morning beautiful." He lifted his head and whispered in my ear.

"Henry. How do you turn this darn alarm off?" I fiddled with his phone, trying to turn the noise off.

"Answer the math problem." He laughed. I rolled the phone over where I could see the screen.

57 (37+72)- 16•4\15=

"Henry, what the heck? You wake up and do Algebra every morning?"

"Hey you got lucky there's no letters in it this time." He flipped the front part of his black hair to the back of his head. Making his hair look a wild mess.

"WHAT?" I laughed. He torture's himself to keep himself awake in the morning?

"Would you like the notebook, pen, and calculator?" He sat up, reaching across me, and opened his nightstand drawer. Pulling out the notebook and pen.