We left the house. I took one last look at our house as we drove away. Then my girlfriends house...then my friends houses...then our bus stop. I felt horrible because today was our last day and nobody even knew. My parents looked at me. They explained our house was apart of a utopian town. I didn't understand what that meant. Then my mom winked and said "perfect". I strongly felt a bad feeling when I heard that. I never liked perfect or even the word. It all made me cringe.
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I Am Number 9
CasualeIf you could have a chance to have the perfect life, would you take it? Would you take it if it meant every memory you had was slowly gonna die and be erased from your mind. Well Number 9 never seen it coming...
