We Are A Brainwashed Generation

We Are A Brainwashed Generation

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jan 28, 2017
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"Y-you're...." she mumbled through her hand, her small clear-lime eyes wide in fear. My eyes burned from the tears that threatened to burst free, "Yeah...I know." **** Chance, a 21 year-old trying to pass college, find a job, and pay his rent all at once. Hope, a 19 year-old trying to get into college, keep her job, and find an apartment to call her own. "Mister Pessimist" - always kept to himself, never really liked meeting new people. "Miss Optimist"- always out and about, loved helping others whenever possible. Both doomed the day they were born - one to a lifetime of hell, and the other to eternal darkness. Have they ever met? Long ago, the memory stored in the back of their minds; however, that was destined to change. This is a story about two fairly average - completely oblivious - people, with very unique and heart-wrenching curses.
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I sit down on my bike looking around the school parking lot. Listening to music, I stand up begin to walk through the student-less parking lot. Honestly, it's not like I meant to be late. My music cut out causing me to hear a whistle. I stop in my tracks and pull my headphones down to my neck. Turning around, I seen a group of men with one guy who just smirked at me. "You new here beautiful?" one of the guys asked. "What do you think Einstein?" cocking my brow. "Ohh. Challenging? I like." he says walking towards me, about two inches away. "Really?" biting my lip, as he continued walking towards me. He reaches out and grabs my hip, "Mmhmm," smiling down at me. Swiftly, I grab his hand, turn him around, kick him right above the back of his knee, and pushes down so he's on his knees in front of me in a position of which I could brake his arm, "What a shame, 'cause personally, I don't like fuck boys with various STD'S." I look at all the men in the group who had their jaws dropped, all except for one, "Touch me one more time, and I'll brake your arm in two." I stand and kick his back so he falls on the concert. "Anyone else?" they stare at me blankly. "Didn't think so." When fuck boy tries to get up, I take my foot and slam him back down. Looking back at the boys, I say, "Later boys." Then, I turn and leave. ~~~~ Truce Mane is a girl who recently moved to New York with her youngest niece and nephew along with her uncle Mike. Truce went through many things as a child. She still went through them. Her mother blamed her for everything. She would get into Street fights. As in, she would fight in a dark alley with whoever she could. Sounds bad, huh? Wrong. *** Dante Kings is the most feared gang leader across the world. While he does have his fuck and Chuck's, he's been looking for his princess. He vowed that when he found her, she'd be his and he would treat her like a queen. When the spit fire moves to town and believes he's finally found her. Has he?

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