The Last Meteor

The Last Meteor

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2 months till the largest meteor ever hits earth and wipes out life as we know it. Hanna doesn't want to be under house arrest for the rest of her days, so why not run away! She runs, but as always there is a bump in the road. She meets a guy named Kevin who she bullied for a few years. But things have changed, he is hotter and has a group of friends. Did I mention they live in a bunker under ground. Hanna follows him and she 'lives' with them. Though they do become friends again Hanna hits more then a few bumps in the road leading to a sudden death. But how much worse can her life get, right?
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