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Conflicted WIthin {WIP}

Conflicted WIthin {WIP}

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"All I wanted to be was normal. Normal. A word that has a million different definitions, which places us into stupid stereotypes where others feel we belong. I'm Shane, and I'm a freak. At least, that's my 'normal' according to the stereotypes. I'm not crazy, I just have a secret; one that must be kept no matter what. Only few people can know what it is, but I trust you, so here you go. I'm a descendant of Dez Morate, world-renown evil mastermind, and he just so happened to be my father. He had invented a new machine to make someone the worst human being they could possibly be, and he tested it on me. It didn't work, well sort of. I suffer side-affects from all the chemicals that were injected into me from my father's faulty machine. I now go through random spurts of good and evil." Follow Shane through his high school journey while he fights the evil within him and tries to get into High Honors. © 2015 by Jsing247. All rights reserved
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