PART 2:
"Only the ones who try, can succeed."
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"So..." Jack was saying as we approached the oldest building in the city. "This is the library?"
"Yup" I said. "They have the really old book thingies. They're made out of trees!
"What?" Mike asked incredulously "words written on trees?"
"Yup." I explained "they either tell a story; or give information."
We walked into the dusty old building and saw huge bookshelves filled to the brim with huge encyclopedia and novels.
"We'll those aren't trees!" Alex pointed out.
"They're processed trees." I told him.
We were looking around for nothing in particular. We were just here for fun. Like I said, our clan is known for our old ways.
As we kept walking. We got to the modern section of the library. The part with books printed within the last decade or so. There was titles such as "World Peace" and "Your Happiness is Here."
"Hey look at this!" Ava called out.
We all went over to her. She found a book published a few years back called "The Perfect Life" and it was by the Director.
"Lame." Alex said.
"Don't say that" Sarah said.
"Yeah. It looks interesting and I'm going to read it!" Ava declared.
"You have fun with that." Said Alex.
As we walked out of the library - after checkin out the book from a dinosaur librarian - Sarah said,
"Make sure to let me know how that book is."
"Will do." Ava said.
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"Sir. I know what this is about. And I'm sorry. But with all due respect: It was an accident. Just let me go." Jamie said, looking the Director square in the eyes.
"Your a good kid Jamie." The Director said as he walked around the table to stand behind Jamie. "But I've never liked kids."
"Sir!" Jamie said, getting scared. "I swear it won't happen again!"
"Oh I know it won't." The Director said, gripping Jamie's boney skull and twisting it, snapping her neck.
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Unconventional Peace
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