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[1NVADERS]
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Ongoing, First published Aug 09, 2015
Have you ever watched someone lose their mind right in front of you? It's quiet disturbing, but interesting. 

Trevor Surefire is a 16 year old from Harlem, NY  who is in the the 9th grade and is suffering from depression and anxiety. He has to face these two problems on a higher level as he moves on to middle school. He realizes, the closer he gets to the real world, that things can get really ugly if his mind isn't in the right place. 

Trevor is told a lot that he needs help and needs to talk to someone, but he disagrees and finds it difficult to talk to anyone. He prefers being a loner, and writing what's on his mind, but the problems this comes with catches up with him. 

Down the road, he meets two people who both have interesting stories that affected how they are today. Once they all got together, their lives changed forever. But how?
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