"What are you doing?" Lucius asked, "Please don't tell me that's peroxide...." He said, eyeing the bottle I had in my hand.
I sighed. "Yes, Lucius, it's peroxide." He eyed me with fear and suddenly I felt guilty. "I have to. You know I have to." I said.
He swallowed, shaking, and said, "Yeah, just get it over with."
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Why I Run
Science FictionHi. My name is Joules. Yes I know, odd name. But let me tell you how I got that name. Three years ago, when I was twelve, a group of my fathers friends stole me from home one night and took me to a lab. My father, being a scientist, loves to experim...
