The Spider Method
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"Pagan Daniels knew she was different when-"
When she what? Started seeing "dead people" at fifteen? When her mom used her "disabilities" to climb the social ladder? Or when, maybe, demons started clawing at her door for a presidential campaign?
Yeah, I know I'm different. It doesn't take an atheist to see that. After all, there's an entire town of religious nut-bags that either want me cured or want me dead.
But hey, why not both? There's already a Demons errand boy after my apparent groundbreaking vote in their shtick. In fact, it isn't just this Amon guy that's up my ass - it's the billboards that no one else can see, with their demonic pearly whites blaring.
Let's make this clear - I'm still trying to make an A in American government, why do I have to get accustomed to theirs?! I can barely even vote now, and -
I just want to not be different. I want to not be the it girl, the protagonist.
But it looks like Hell - and Heaven - have other plans.
One of these days, I'll do things my way.
Jun. 9, 2019
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