Two Departed, One Missing

Two Departed, One Missing

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Romance
'We giggle at the two Ken dolls attached to the small bomb. "Ready?" Ryan says. "I-I guess. But isn't your dad gonna freak?" I reply cautiously. "He's probably cooking with the radio on - he won't hear a thing." He replies reluctantly. "I bet he'll notice the hole in the floor..." I reply as he's attempting to light up the bomb with his mom's lighter. "Trust in science, Josiah. Even when science means blowing shit up."' Ryan and Josiah are two best friends. When Josiah leaves Ryan three days after Ryan's dad dies, he's lost in a carousel of depression. However, his life turns around when he finds the gorgeous popular girl Valerie Eirelav, who isn't the happy bundle of sunshine she's always ought to be.
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When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

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