Young deception
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Ongoing21m
Last published Fri, Apr 27, 2018
My name is Maddison, I'm a recent graduated senior along with my four friends Lucy, Janice, Peter, and Mathew. We all live in Daytona, Tennessee where are lives have been as boring as hell since day one, but that could just be my pessimistic views.
Before we headed out into our new but not improved life's at college, Janice wanted to meet up and do something together. We came to the decision of going to a party, that seamed very skeptic at the time but the others were just to excited to see it. The day of the party was a blur and we find ourselves in a white room with a one way mirror, dressed in hospital gowns, laying on hard metal beds, and each of us have bold red numbers on the bottom of our left arms.
- the story starts off slow but does get better.
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