My story, the apocalypse.

My story, the apocalypse.

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Sara Mojian, a girl at the young age of 17 was minding her business while being on her phone until this seemly strange glitch of a person appears on her screen with the words '˙SIᴚI ǝɥʇ ɟo ʎɹnɟ puɐ ɥʇɐɹʍ ǝɥʇ ɹǝɟɟns ɹo 'ʎןıɯɐɟ ɹno ɥʇıʍ ǝuo ǝq 'ɐuu∀ sn uıoſ' Anna looks at the upside down text suspiciously and thinks it was nothing as she turns off her phone by powering it off, "what the hell was that all about?.." she asked her self with a quiet voice before she gets called down stairs by her mother, "Anna! Honey! Supper is ready!" She shouted from down stairs as Anna runs down the stairs as her phone turns back on as a eye appears on the screen as it looked strained as it moves around. months later.. she knew she made a mistake...
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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