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The idea was first mentioned as a joke, on a show that aired at midnight so barely anyone watched it. No one took it seriously; it was absolutely ridiculous, insane, and nearly impossible to carry out. But when it was actually considered, the world was thrown into chaos and disaster. In the year of 2055, 16-year-old Maya faces internal battle when the ultimatum was given - to fight for what seems to be right, or join a group of geniuses and a dear friend in planning a mass genocide to enter a new and better era. Alongside with her new found partner, Joshua, who also happens to be the indirect culprit for this mess, she struggles to stop higher powers from taking extreme actions and destroying humanity once and for all. _ © Copyright 2015 All work is property of shikomalik, any duplication or reproduction of all or part of the work without explicit permission by the author is illegal.
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So I have this thing. Some people would call it a catastrophe; some would call it heart breaking. It also has the name of disease, and heart killer. I call it just cancer. Simple enough as it is, right? Doesn't help that I already had it once before, it just came back to fight harder as ever. I thought it was over. Isn't it though? Don't you give up at that point? Senior year and I'm ready to end my life as a person all together. I'm tired of fighting and might as well give up because there are no chances of me living all together. So as a smart choice I move so when I die no one will know me or care about me. Wouldn't that be the logical choice? I don't want pity. Never liked, never will. So don't tell anyone I have cancer. Ever. Doesn't help that a boy started getting involved with me and snuck under my skin before I even realized what he was doing. What changed me were those few, simple words all together. "I'll love you till the end." That, that was about the time I started caring about life again. And it was all because of him.

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