Extreme Extermination

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I walk down the street to school. It is six o'clock and I'm going to the Westbrook Middle School Dance. "Hey stranger! Haven't seen you 'round lately. Were have yah been?" I turn to saw my friend Brolin. He is wearing a simple outfit, his usual Sunday best. "Hey Brolin. I'm fine. I have been getting on this. My mom makes me take hours to get ready." I reply. "Well, you look fabulous." he says, inching closer. "Spock five! " we yell at the same time. We high five but with the 'Spock hands' as we called it in second grade. Now we're in 6th. I'm thirteen. I got held back a year and same for Brolin.

As we walk I hear a noise. A very strange noise. It gets louder and louder. Suddenly right in front of us is a blue box. I bump into it. Classic. "Um. I gotta go. Bye." Brolin says quickly and runs off as fast as he can not looking back, except for once. "Brolin!" I yell, but he is to far off by the time I yell. Just as I am about to walk away, a man walks out of the blue box. "Who's Brolin?" he asks.

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