Shawn Mendes

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SHAWN MENDES

CHAPTER # 9

Emotion is usually defined as a strong feeling deriving from one's circumstances, mood, or relationships with others.

In my dictionary emotion is defined as a shitty feeling that makes you feel shitty and in turn makes your whole day shitty

and in less than no time, your life becomes a huge,ever-increasing pile of shit.

Don't judge me, swearing is in my personality.

I wipe the tears from my eyes a little bit too harshly and almost unconsciously Veronica Roth's words flash across my mind:

"I read somewhere once that crying defies scientific explanation. Tears are only meant to lubricate the eyes. There is no real

reason for tear glands to overproduce tears at the behest of emotion."For the first time in my life, I feel that her words

are shit. However, brushing all kinds of emotional, sentimental and mental thoughts away from my mind I continue with the task

at hand. I have all ten jars placed in front of me, they are the same size, but the pile of coins inside each differs from the

other. There is only one jar that is full to the brim. I had some difficulties closing it.

It is Shawn's.

I place the jars in a sequence, from ascending to descending order.

There is a knock on the door. I have to shuffle a few things here and there in order to reach the door. It's Mark.

"I delivered all the packages just as you told me to."

"Then why are you here?"

"For my money, of course."

"What money?"

"For the work I di-"

"How do I even know if you're telling the truth or lying?"He starts to say something but I slam the door at his face.My

budget is already running low. Along with my spirits!

I feel a tad bit bad for doing what I'm doing but then I remember that there are shittier people on this earth and the regret

vanishes into thin air.

All the work is almost done, just the final step and then I've to step back and enjoy the show.

I sound like a kid who's gonna watch the new season of The Suite Life of Zack and Cody after finishing his homework.

There is only one hindrance to my master plan, all my targets live in different states, but I need to gather them in one place.

That way it will be a lot easier to 'pick' them up. Now I sound like a bus driver.WOW!

There is a slight pattering noise on the window and suddenly it increases. The noise of the rain is too soothing. I search for

my pack of cigarettes and find them under Shawn's picture, he is leaving the gym and apparently trying to avoid the paparazzi.

The pack of cigarettes says, "Smoking is injurious to health."

Yeah, right.

I am dying anyway, doesn't matter!