•Forever To Never•

•Forever To Never•

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I like to think of life as school.its just one period out of each day you have to get through.some days life gives you a test,and you fail,somedays life give you a test and you pass. but school ends,life doesn't end unless you want your name in the newspaper or on a grave for the next 1,000 years. my point is,is that one day we're all gonna be forgotten.i don't care if you're the most famous person on earth,crap to you.we're all gonna be forgotten .but luke?he wasn't the kind to be forgotten.he seemed like the guy that everyone would remember,that everyone would have that "bad" picture of in their wallet.especially the one I'll never forget.
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Let's get one thing straight here, I'm not a hero (I totally am, but I hear that these days being modest is in fashion or something, so I don't know man). I never planned on being a hero. It kind of just happened. Clark's the bigshot. The fame, the girls, the attention. Me? I'm just his loser younger brother. Another rich Trackerson kid, but that quiet one with no personality. I'm kidding. I'm funny. I promise. I have to be. The name's Liam. The apocalypse wasn't easy on anyone, but it was harder on some. We made it okay. My family lives in a mansion, and we basically run this town. I come from a line of famous zombie-hunters. Not me, though. I kind of suck. I was never supposed to get bitten. I'm running out of time. I'm turning, and it's happening fast. People are rising up, feuds are breaking out, the world is ending all over again; and it's all up to me to stop it. Or something. Crazy, right? Anyway, I've got to go. I guess the good part is, if they find out my secret-if they kill me-at least not many people are going to miss me. I just hope they get my name right. L-I-A-M. It's not hard. Please, for the love of humanity, remember my name. Whatever they call me after all this, remember my name.

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