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False Perspective

False Perspective

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"She's top of her class, aced all her tests and exams both physically and mentally. You know I wouldn't ask this of you if everyone on this case didn't think it's the right choice." Her first case, her dream job, a smart intelligent women's talent for solving cases can wash down the drain just because she develops feelings for one particular guy. A guy who is facing a life threatening situation. She needs to go to his college which is an-all guys college just to make her life a lot more complicated. This is her one chance to prove to her dad that she can handle the life of a detective.
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Annie Bloom is an average girl. She's in college, has a best friend, works, and studies. Yet one day she finds herself attacked, hospitalized, and nearly killed. Her best friend, Will, is certain it has to do with the guy she just started dating. Is Will jealous? Could her new boyfriend be involved? Or is it someone else entirely? Annie must find out quickly because every day could be her last. *** I could feel nothing but the pain. I felt every hit in excruciating detail with each erratic, painful heartbeat as my world became reduced to a series of agony. I struggled to breath through the broken ribs that constricted my airflow like a two-ton concrete slab had fallen on me. The blood from the blows to my head rolled down my face in waves. My arm was twisted at an impossible angle, yet I couldn't scream because my mouth would not open. I could feel the kicks coming at me from all directions, and as I received another one to the head I knew this was the end for me and my heartbeat slowed. The stab wound was bleeding too much for me to survive. When they left me for dead my eyes began to droop and the last thing I saw through fuzzy tunnel-like sight was a man running towards me before one final rattling breath coursed through my broken body and my heart stopped beating.

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