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  <!--It was August. Brian was enjoying what was left of vacation. Summer V=
acation hadn?t been long enough. It never is. He wasn?t looking forward to =
starting high school. He wasn?t looking forward to a new school and learnin=
g new routines. New schedules. Middle school was hard enough but at least h=
e had his friends with him. People were talking about high school as they m=
ade their way to the end of the eighth grade.=20
High school was in Brian?s mind throughout summer vacation. No matter what =
was happening throughout June and July and into August, he thought of high =
school. Brian was in the basement playing Call of Duty. The first week of A=
ugust was coming to a close. Soon it would be the second week, halfway thro=
ugh August and then the end of August and the end of vacation. Brian though=
t of this as he tried to play his game. He was on the same level he had bee=
n all week. It was that level that always stumps a gamer. No matter what yo=
u do, no matter what experience or weapons you earn, there is always that o=
ne level you can never get past. He heard his cell phone ring. It was his f=
riend, Holly. She couldn?t have called at a better time. He was about to th=
row his controller at the television.=20
?Hello,? Brian said.=20
?Hey,? Holly answered.=20
?Hey,? Brian said as he got up to turn off the game.=20
?So, you remember how I was put on the waiting list for St. Caroline??

?Yeah,? Brian said. ?I remember that.?

?Well,? Holly said. ?My mom said they called today, and a space opened up.?

?So, you?re not going to high school with the rest of us?? Brian asked. He =
was disappointed. He and Holly had been friends. They let each other copy h=
omework. They were in the same circle of friends that hung out. Brian and H=
olly had been close. He was upset when he found out she wouldn?t be going t=
o high school with him.?

The next day, Brian rode his bike to Pharrell?s house. He knocked on the do=
or. Pharrell came out.=20
?Hey, what?s up?? Pharrell said.=20
?Nothing,? Brian said. ?Holly called me last night. She?s going to St. Caro=
line?s this fall.?

?For real??

?Yeah.?

?That?s too bad,? Pharrell said. ?I know you two are close.?

?Yeah,? Brian said. ?At least everyone else will be there.?

?That?s true,? Pharrell said. ?I mean, it stinks that Holly won?t be there,=
 but at least it?s just one person leaving.?

Brian agreed. The two boys decided to play basketball in the driveway. More=
 boys showed up and the game grew. Brian went home after the game. He had d=
inner with his family that night.=20
?How are things?? Brian?s father asked him.=20
?Alright,? Brian shrugged. ?Holly called me today. She?s not going to South=
 High School with us this fall.?

?Well, that?s too bad,? his mother said. ?You two are close friends.?

?Yeah,? Brian said. ?At least Pharrell and I will be in the same school wit=
hout other friends.?

Brian noticed his parents looking at each other. ?What?? Brian asked.=20
?Brian,? his father said, putting his fork down, ?Do you remember how we ta=
lked about you going to St. Kevin?s in the fall, but we signed up too late?=
?

?Yeah,? Brian said hesitantly.=20
?St. Kevin?s called today,? his mother said. ?A space opened up. South High=
 School isn?t a bad school, but we think St. Kevin?s would be better for yo=
u.?

?So, I?m not going to South with my friends?? Brian asked.=20
?You can still see your friends,? his mother said. ?Just like you?ll see Ho=
lly outside of school. Plus, you?ll make more friends. This will be good fo=
r you.?

Brian wasn?t sure how he felt about that. It didn?t matter. St. Kevin?s wou=
ld be good for him. His parents told him so. He would have liked to have a =
say in where he was going. Oh, well. It?s not like it was his life.=20
August continued to pass. It got cooler some nights. People needed a sweats=
hirt on those nights. Sometimes an extra blanket was needed at bedtime. It =
was getting closer to the beginning of September that it was the beginning =
of August. School would be starting. Then again, so would the football seas=
on. School started to creep into the conversations at dinner more and more.=
 Mom and Dad didn?t seem to mind it. Brian and Brenna? Not so much.=20
?Your grandparents are coming over for dinner next week,? his mother said a=
s the family ate.=20
?Cool,? Brian said. He liked it when his grandparents came over. His grandf=
ather liked football as much as Brian and his father did, maybe even more s=
o. August meant the football season would be starting very soon. Brian was =
looking forward to watching a preseason game with his father and grandfathe=
r.=20
Pharrell came over the next day. The boys played video games. In the middle=
 of playing, Pharrell said, ?Did you hear Mr. Wallace retired??

?He did?? Brian replied.=20
?Yeah,? Pharrell said. Brian rolled his eyes. Mr. Wallace was the most popu=
lar English teacher in the school. All of the students loved him, and every=
one wanted to be in his class. There was no other teacher like Mr. Wallace.=
 Brian was hoping to have at least one class he could look forward to every=
 day. The chances of that one class all but disappeared when Mr. Wallace re=
tired.=20
Brian had dinner that night with his family. His sister, Brenna told everyo=
ne that she and her boyfriend had broken up. Brian almost choked on his foo=
d.=20
?Things haven?t been great between us,? Brenna said.=20
?I?m sorry to hear that, Sweetie,? their mother said.=20
Brian went to his room after dinner. He liked Derek, Brenna?s boyfriend. De=
rek would play basketball with Brian. He fixed Brian?s bike when Brian?s da=
d was at work. Sometimes, Brian would go to a baseball game with Brenna and=
 Derek. Brian wasn?t sure he?d be able to do those things with Derek anymor=
e. He wasn?t even sure Derek would be around anymore now that he and Brenna=
 had broken up.=20
Brian laid down on his bed. ?This is turning out to be a great month,? he t=
hought to himself. He felt bad for his sister, of course, but breaking up m=
ade Brian feel like he had lost a friend.=20
A few days later, Brian and his family took a day trip. They went to Funlan=
d, an amusement park that wasn?t too far from where they lived. Funland was=
 a favorite place for Brian to spend the day. It meant ice cream and fried =
dough. It meant all the cola he could drink. It meant riding the ?Speed Dem=
on?. The ?Speed Demon? was the fastest, scariest ride in the whole park. Br=
ian had wanted to ride it ever since his first visit but was told he couldn=
?t ride it because he wasn?t tall enough. As soon as he was tall enough, ?T=
he Speed Demon? was his favorite ride. It was the first and last ride he al=
ways went on when his family visited Funland. Brian knew exactly where ?The=
 Speed Demon? was. He went with his father to get in line while his mother =
went with Brenna to drive the cars. Brian stopped walking and looked around=
 He was sure ?The Speed Demon? was around here somewhere.=20
?Excuse me,? Brian said to an employee. ?Isn?t ?The Speed Demon? around her=
e??

?It got replaced,? the employee said as she pointed to a ride with ducks. ?=
We now have ?The Happy Ducklings.?

The Happy Ducklings?

Brian still had a good time at the amusement park. He went on other rides. =
He had ice cream. He got a cheeseburger. He had all the cola he wanted. It =
was a fun day. He just wanted to know why the best ride in the entire park =
had to be replaced with ducklings.=20
Brian was just about ready for August to end until he remembered September =
came after August. September meant school starting. For Brian, that meant s=
tarting high school. Maybe August didn?t need to end so fast after all. Bes=
ides, if everything just skipped to September, that means he would miss din=
ner with his grandparents. Brian didn?t want that to happen.=20
Brian?s father went food shopping for dinner with the grandparents that nig=
ht. Brian was promised chocolate milk that night. Brian?s father came home.=
 Brian helped bring the groceries in the house. He looked for his favorite =
chocolate milk.=20
?Where?s the Choc-o-Moo?? Brian asked.=20
?They told me they weren?t selling it anymore,? his father said. ?It got re=
placed with this.?

The groceries were put away. Brian and Brenna helped their parents make din=
ner. Everything was prepared and in the oven when the grandparents arrived.=
 Brian?s mother set the timer, and everyone went into the backyard to talk =
while dinner was cooking.=20
?So, what do you think of the Bucs this year, Brian?? his grandfather asked=
 ?Think they can do it again??

Brian shrugged and said, ?We?ll see. If Brady does what he did last year, i=
t?s possible.?

The whole family, Brian, Brenna, their parents, and grandparents, sat down =
to dinner. Brian tried the new chocolate milk with dinner that night. It wa=
sn?t as good as what he had before, and he wanted to know why the supermark=
et needed to replace it. As the family ate, the grandparents had an announc=
ement to make: They were selling their house and moving to Arizona.=20
Brian nearly choked on his chocolate milk. His father looked at him.=20
?Are you alright?? his father asked.=20
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Boy, that?s not the way I ever thought I?d start a speech.  Now that I?ve s=
aid it, I?m beginning to wonder if those creatures even have ears.  Does a =
squid have ears?  So far, I?ve only seen a few enormous tentacles emerge fr=
om the crater lake sporting suckers the size of car tires.=20
Ugh, I?m rambling.  Nerves, you know?  I?m better with time to rehearse in =
front of a mirror.=20
I?d like to start by thanking the cultists for giving me a chance to say a =
few words.=20
I?m sorry.  Is it, though?  I wouldn?t have thought--

No, no, perfectly alright.  I don?t want to be insensitive.  I?m being told=
 that the preferred terminology is Acolytes of the Dark God of the Fathomle=
ss Depths.  Which you must admit is a mouthful.  Can I just call you Acolyt=
es?  Yes?  Perfect.=20
So I want to start by thanking the Acolytes for giving me a chance to make =
a few remarks. =20

Fine Josh, last words.  Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.=20
Anywho, as our debate coach, Mr. Bellevue, always says, never yield your ti=
me if you can think of something to say, so here goes:

My fellow Sherman Island Magnet High School classmates, thank you for the t=
ime we?ve spent together and the memories we?ve shared.  Unfortunately, sen=
ior year is looking less likely by the minute.  Now that our class presiden=
t, Beth Johnson, has been lowered over the crater?s side into the opaque wa=
ters below like some sort of gruesome amuse-bouche, I am the highest-rankin=
g living member of the student government.  That makes it my duty and honor=
 to speak to you one last time.=20
No, Josh, it doesn?t matter that I was appointed secretary after losing to =
Beth.  I?m still a class officer.  Stop splitting hairs.  Plus, we both kno=
w you voted for Beth, even though you were my best friend since first grade=
  I know exactly why too.  And I still think you?re gross.=20
We?ll all miss Beth.  Some us...ahem...more than others.   Ryan, Brad, the =
rest of you--I know who you are.=20
I think I can safely say that this field trip hasn?t gone the way that anyo=
ne might have envisioned.  If you will recall, part of my campaign platform=
 was for a class trip to Washington, D.C.  It would have fit perfectly with=
 our U.S. History curriculum.  We could have gone in the spring and seen th=
e cherry blossoms.  But no, you guys told me that museums and monuments wou=
ld be boring.  How cool would it be to explore an extinct volcano?  You mad=
e your bed.  Now let?s see how much you enjoy being ritually sacrificed in =
it. =20

Shut up, Brad.  You had your turn to talk already, and you just kept blubbe=
ring ?Oh, God? over and over again.  I?m pretty sure the Acolytes think you=
 were trying to worship with them.  I bet they?re ready to fit you for one =
of those nifty cowled robes.=20
Sorry, sorry, I didn?t mean to snap at anyone.  I don?t want to bring down =
the mood. =20

Come on, guys, laugh!  That was a joke.=20
 Anyway, we had some good times, right?  Our football team went undefeated =
in the conference this year!  Let?s give it up for the Wolfpack.  Aroooo!

No?  What about the chess club coming in runner-up at state?  Or the Enviro=
nment Club raising $5,000 through bake sales, car washes, and a grant from =
the state government to help clean up the ocean? =20

Acolytes, do you want to hear more about that?  I bet water pollution is a =
big deal, given your interests.  Or is your deity the result of some sort o=
f nuclear waste spill?  Would that make you pro-pollution?  I feel like I d=
on?t know what side you?d come down on.=20
Sorry!  I know I keep apologizing, but I feel like this is coming off a bit=
 stream-of-consciousness.  I like to have note cards for debate.=20
Yes, Amanda, I see the tentacles waving.  You don?t know that they?re telli=
ng me to hurry up!  Maybe it?s their way of clapping.  Anyway, it?s my turn=
  I have the conch, metaphorically speaking.=20
On a personal level, I had a pretty great year too.  I got a labradoodle wi=
th the cutest little puppy face named J.B. (short for Justin Bieber, of cou=
rse).  I was on the honor roll first semester, and I?m pretty sure I?m on p=
ace for the second semester, too, although I suppose now I?ll never know. =
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I wish we?d made it to the end of high school together.  I was going to wor=
k as a lifeguard at the Bolingbrook community pool this summer.  I wanted t=
o apply to colleges.  I wanted someone to ask me to senior prom.  I wanted =
to get past first base with a boy.=20
Shut up, Amanda!  We can?t all be sluts like you.=20
Wait, what?s happening?  Why are the acolytes dragging Amanda away from the=
 pit? It looks like it?s somebody?s lucky day.  Tell my parents I love them=
=20
Was it something I said? =20

Oh my God. =20

Don?t start, Brad.  It?s totally different when I say it.=20
Are those monsters only looking for virgin sacrifices?  Man, the jokes on y=
ou.  I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you definitely didn?t want =
to start by feeding it Beth.  How do you think she was elected class presid=
ent?  She needed a few more votes to end up ?on top.? =20

Yes, I?m making air quotes.  Do you guys use those in your cult?  Look at t=
he tentacles.  They?re bobbing along.  I think they get it.=20
Holy cow, those Acolytes are hightailing it out of here like their sackclot=
h is on fire.  It seems like they regret some of their life choices.  Like =
you should have, Josh.  You know, when you traded your vote for a blow job.=
=20
Should we all be fleeing?  That bobbing tentacle is looking less like air q=
uotes and more like some sort of threat display. =20

I know what an acting president should do. I?m ready to lead.=20
I urge you all to stay calm and head for the exit.  Let?s form a line, peop=
le.=20
What a minute, why are the tentacles reaching for me?  Did I say first base=
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acation hadn?t been long enough. It never is. He wasn?t looking forward to =
starting high school. He wasn?t looking forward to a new school and learnin=
g new routines. New schedules. Middle school was hard enough but at least h=
e had his friends with him. People were talking about high school as they m=
ade their way to the end of the eighth grade.=20
High school was in Brian?s mind throughout summer vacation. No matter what =
was happening throughout June and July and into August, he thought of high =
school. Brian was in the basement playing Call of Duty. The first week of A=
ugust was coming to a close. Soon it would be the second week, halfway thro=
ugh August and then the end of August and the end of vacation. Brian though=
t of this as he tried to play his game. He was on the same level he had bee=
n all week. It was that level that always stumps a gamer. No matter what yo=
u do, no matter what experience or weapons you earn, there is always that o=
ne level you can never get past. He heard his cell phone ring. It was his f=
riend, Holly. She couldn?t have called at a better time. He was about to th=
row his controller at the television.=20
?Hello,? Brian said.=20
?Hey,? Holly answered.=20
?Hey,? Brian said as he got up to turn off the game.=20
?So, you remember how I was put on the waiting list for St. Caroline??

?Yeah,? Brian said. ?I remember that.?

?Well,? Holly said. ?My mom said they called today, and a space opened up.?

?So, you?re not going to high school with the rest of us?? Brian asked. He =
was disappointed. He and Holly had been friends. They let each other copy h=
omework. They were in the same circle of friends that hung out. Brian and H=
olly had been close. He was upset when he found out she wouldn?t be going t=
o high school with him.?

The next day, Brian rode his bike to Pharrell?s house. He knocked on the do=
or. Pharrell came out.=20
?Hey, what?s up?? Pharrell said.=20
?Nothing,? Brian said. ?Holly called me last night. She?s going to St. Caro=
line?s this fall.?

?For real??

?Yeah.?

?That?s too bad,? Pharrell said. ?I know you two are close.?

?Yeah,? Brian said. ?At least everyone else will be there.?

?That?s true,? Pharrell said. ?I mean, it stinks that Holly won?t be there,=
 but at least it?s just one person leaving.?

Brian agreed. The two boys decided to play basketball in the driveway. More=
 boys showed up and the game grew. Brian went home after the game. He had d=
inner with his family that night.=20
?How are things?? Brian?s father asked him.=20
?Alright,? Brian shrugged. ?Holly called me today. She?s not going to South=
 High School with us this fall.?

?Well, that?s too bad,? his mother said. ?You two are close friends.?

?Yeah,? Brian said. ?At least Pharrell and I will be in the same school wit=
hout other friends.?

Brian noticed his parents looking at each other. ?What?? Brian asked.=20
?Brian,? his father said, putting his fork down, ?Do you remember how we ta=
lked about you going to St. Kevin?s in the fall, but we signed up too late?=
?

?Yeah,? Brian said hesitantly.=20
?St. Kevin?s called today,? his mother said. ?A space opened up. South High=
 School isn?t a bad school, but we think St. Kevin?s would be better for yo=
u.?

?So, I?m not going to South with my friends?? Brian asked.=20
?You can still see your friends,? his mother said. ?Just like you?ll see Ho=
lly outside of school. Plus, you?ll make more friends. This will be good fo=
r you.?

Brian wasn?t sure how he felt about that. It didn?t matter. St. Kevin?s wou=
ld be good for him. His parents told him so. He would have liked to have a =
say in where he was going. Oh, well. It?s not like it was his life.=20
August continued to pass. It got cooler some nights. People needed a sweats=
hirt on those nights. Sometimes an extra blanket was needed at bedtime. It =
was getting closer to the beginning of September that it was the beginning =
of August. School would be starting. Then again, so would the football seas=
on. School started to creep into the conversations at dinner more and more.=
 Mom and Dad didn?t seem to mind it. Brian and Brenna? Not so much.=20
?Your grandparents are coming over for dinner next week,? his mother said a=
s the family ate.=20
?Cool,? Brian said. He liked it when his grandparents came over. His grandf=
ather liked football as much as Brian and his father did, maybe even more s=
o. August meant the football season would be starting very soon. Brian was =
looking forward to watching a preseason game with his father and grandfathe=
r.=20
Pharrell came over the next day. The boys played video games. In the middle=
 of playing, Pharrell said, ?Did you hear Mr. Wallace retired??

?He did?? Brian replied.=20
?Yeah,? Pharrell said. Brian rolled his eyes. Mr. Wallace was the most popu=
lar English teacher in the school. All of the students loved him, and every=
one wanted to be in his class. There was no other teacher like Mr. Wallace.=
 Brian was hoping to have at least one class he could look forward to every=
 day. The chances of that one class all but disappeared when Mr. Wallace re=
tired.=20
Brian had dinner that night with his family. His sister, Brenna told everyo=
ne that she and her boyfriend had broken up. Brian almost choked on his foo=
d.=20
?Things haven?t been great between us,? Brenna said.=20
?I?m sorry to hear that, Sweetie,? their mother said.=20
Brian went to his room after dinner. He liked Derek, Brenna?s boyfriend. De=
rek would play basketball with Brian. He fixed Brian?s bike when Brian?s da=
d was at work. Sometimes, Brian would go to a baseball game with Brenna and=
 Derek. Brian wasn?t sure he?d be able to do those things with Derek anymor=
e. He wasn?t even sure Derek would be around anymore now that he and Brenna=
 had broken up.=20
Brian laid down on his bed. ?This is turning out to be a great month,? he t=
hought to himself. He felt bad for his sister, of course, but breaking up m=
ade Brian feel like he had lost a friend.=20
A few days later, Brian and his family took a day trip. They went to Funlan=
d, an amusement park that wasn?t too far from where they lived. Funland was=
 a favorite place for Brian to spend the day. It meant ice cream and fried =
dough. It meant all the cola he could drink. It meant riding the ?Speed Dem=
on?. The ?Speed Demon? was the fastest, scariest ride in the whole park. Br=
ian had wanted to ride it ever since his first visit but was told he couldn=
?t ride it because he wasn?t tall enough. As soon as he was tall enough, ?T=
he Speed Demon? was his favorite ride. It was the first and last ride he al=
ways went on when his family visited Funland. Brian knew exactly where ?The=
 Speed Demon? was. He went with his father to get in line while his mother =
went with Brenna to drive the cars. Brian stopped walking and looked around=
 He was sure ?The Speed Demon? was around here somewhere.=20
?Excuse me,? Brian said to an employee. ?Isn?t ?The Speed Demon? around her=
e??

?It got replaced,? the employee said as she pointed to a ride with ducks. ?=
We now have ?The Happy Ducklings.?

The Happy Ducklings?

Brian still had a good time at the amusement park. He went on other rides. =
He had ice cream. He got a cheeseburger. He had all the cola he wanted. It =
was a fun day. He just wanted to know why the best ride in the entire park =
had to be replaced with ducklings.=20
Brian was just about ready for August to end until he remembered September =
came after August. September meant school starting. For Brian, that meant s=
tarting high school. Maybe August didn?t need to end so fast after all. Bes=
ides, if everything just skipped to September, that means he would miss din=
ner with his grandparents. Brian didn?t want that to happen.=20
Brian?s father went food shopping for dinner with the grandparents that nig=
ht. Brian was promised chocolate milk that night. Brian?s father came home.=
 Brian helped bring the groceries in the house. He looked for his favorite =
chocolate milk.=20
?Where?s the Choc-o-Moo?? Brian asked.=20
?They told me they weren?t selling it anymore,? his father said. ?It got re=
placed with this.?

The groceries were put away. Brian and Brenna helped their parents make din=
ner. Everything was prepared and in the oven when the grandparents arrived.=
 Brian?s mother set the timer, and everyone went into the backyard to talk =
while dinner was cooking.=20
?So, what do you think of the Bucs this year, Brian?? his grandfather asked=
 ?Think they can do it again??

Brian shrugged and said, ?We?ll see. If Brady does what he did last year, i=
t?s possible.?

The whole family, Brian, Brenna, their parents, and grandparents, sat down =
to dinner. Brian tried the new chocolate milk with dinner that night. It wa=
sn?t as good as what he had before, and he wanted to know why the supermark=
et needed to replace it. As the family ate, the grandparents had an announc=
ement to make: They were selling their house and moving to Arizona.=20
Brian nearly choked on his chocolate milk. His father looked at him.=20
?Are you alright?? his father asked.=20
?Not really.?--->=20
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 front of him. I could not lose him now or ever. That?s when I felt like be=
ing stabbed by a knife straight into my abdomen. Everything just seemed to =
freeze and fade away. It was only a matter of a few minutes when I found my=
self lying on a bed passing through a lane to the ER. As I was passing thro=
ugh the blinding lights, my mundane soul seemed to attain a state of peace,=
 and my body was consumed by lust for death?s kiss. The pain was infuriatin=
g but demanded to be felt. The lights, fading away in the atmosphere and my=
 soul evaporating from my body. That?s when I saw his face and passed out. =
Maybe forever this time.=20
It all started back when I was just a mere high school junior with huge asp=
irations and not to forget the ?rich parents? part which was misapprehended=
 by most people. It seemed like my parent?s status defined me. Actually, it=
 did. The fact that I wanted my own identity, become just a lost thought in=
 my messed-up mind. My father was a politician, that?s what they said. But,=
 I knew him. He was a sketchy guy dealing with drugs and other criminal act=
ivities. I had known this for a long time now. I just needed solid proof to=
 get his egoistic self to jail. However, my mother was a sweet and humane p=
erson. She was a journalist and I wished to walk on her path too. Being fro=
m rich roots was a hassle. Everything was presented to me as a 5-year-old. =
I wanted to live my own life so I worked at an ice cream parlour on the opp=
osite side of town to earn a living. I had been working there for a long ti=
me. I had always wanted to move out of our house and start over. What was h=
olding me back? My mom. She knew about it. She told me I could move out whe=
n I would graduate high school. I disagreed with her a lot of times but she=
 always managed to emotionally blackmail me through the excuse of my dead s=
ister, Claire. I might have forgotten to mention, I had a dead sister. Appa=
rently, she died from leukemia, which was found out late. Well, moving on-

?Amber Green, I am talking to you. Pay attention.?=20

That?s me. I had black hair with a blunt cut. My eyes were sea blue with ro=
se skin and an average body shape. I was a boringly studios nerd with a reb=
ellious attitude towards her folks, to be precise.=20
?I?m listening, father.? Apparently, my father had some news to share with =
me.=20
?As I was saying, elections are coming up and you may get threats from vari=
ous people as I?m standing for mayor. Therefore, I have decided to assign y=
ou a personal bodyguard-?=20

I started laughing and said, ? No. I?m not letting you invade my privacy. A=
nd to hell with your threats!?=20

?Let me complete my sentence Amber Clarissa Green. I don?t care a bit about=
 your safety. To ensure I have a good reputation around here for protecting=
 my family, I am going to assign you a bodyguard. And for a matter of fact,=
 I?m informing you rather than asking you.?=20

Empty silence pervades through the dining room and I make my way towards my=
 car.=20

There I saw a white guy with hot biceps and muscular body shape with blonde=
 hair and black highlights. It seemed like he wasn?t a natural blonde. He h=
ad these deep blue eyes, almost similar to mine. But he seemed like a year =
elder than me.=20
?Hi there, I?m Luke. I?m your-?=20

?Bodyguard. I?m Amber.? I tried to keep it as short as I could. I saw my mo=
m emerging from the garden.=20

?Amber dear, this is your new bodyguard and I have asked him to enroll in y=
our high school so that you don?t feel uncomfortable with having a bodyguar=
d around.? At least someone thinks good for me in this world.=20

?Okay. Thanks, Mom.?=20

Luke and I drove in silence. When we reached our campus, he told me he woul=
d maintain his distance.=20

Well, this didn?t seem that bad. After a dull afternoon at the school we he=
aded for my football practice and from there we went home. We tried to keep=
 our interaction to a minimum.=20
I figured that Luke would be staying in the guest room at our place.=20

I sneaked out of the house to the place I work at. I had evening shifts. Th=
ere were fewer customers today. I spent most of the evening trying to pass =
time by reading a book. As I locked the door of the shop, a few guys came t=
owards me and demanded ice cream.=20
?I?m sorry, the parlour is closed. You may come back tomorrow-?=20

?Oh, sweetheart. I won?t go back empty-handed. Are you on the menu??=20

?Excuse me? Please, leave.? The proximity between us increased. Their intim=
idating look terrified me. I locked the shop frantically and was about to l=
eave when the guy held my hand. I tried to free myself out of the tight gri=
p but eventually failed.=20

That?s when I felt someone?s hand on my shoulder and I turned my face.=20

Luke to the rescue.=20

?Leave her,? Luke said, in an infuriating manner.=20

?Who are you to tell me that huh?? The guy was really getting on my nerves.=
=20

?Her boyfriend. Now get lost or I would beat you up so hard that you would =
find it difficult to even get back home.?=20

?F-fine. We?re leaving.?=20

The guys ran off and Luke towards me with a face saying ?any explanations??=
 while I made the ?I am sorry? expression. We got back in the car and Luke =
decided to break the silence.=20

?Why do you work in this sketchy area? Secondly, why do you even work??=20

?Well, I have an explanation.?=20

I told him about it. My plan. Considering the fact that he just saved my li=
fe, I trusted him a bit.=20

?I would accompany you here every day.?

?You don?t need-?

?I will. And don?t worry I won?t tell Sir about any of this. My lips are se=
aled.?

?T-thanks.?=20

He seemed like a good guy. Moreover, he was quite handsome. The rest of the=
 week was a blur until Max, an acquaintance, invited me to a party. Apparen=
tly, he was also friends with Luke. I told mom that I would go to this part=
y and be back by midnight. Father wasn?t in town so she wasn?t bothered by =
the idea of a little enjoyment.=20
I wore a knee-length black dress with my sneakers. Luke was wearing a leath=
er jacket with some tight jeans which showed off his perfect legs.=20

We reached Max?s house and Luke tried to maintain the distance by entering =
a few minutes later.=20

I saw Suzie, my football mate, and my closest friend. I wouldn?t call her m=
y best friend since we never really shared secrets.=20

?Hey, girl! It?s been ages since you came to a party!?=20

?Yeah.?=20

?Let?s have some fun, shall we??=20

Suzie made me have vodka shots which tasted pretty weird. I was never reall=
y a party person, but I would play along sometimes. The liquid spread throu=
gh my whole body like poison and made me crave it even more. That?s when Ma=
x came.=20

?Enjoying huh??=20

?Your party is epic, Max!? I was clearly out of my mind. I started dancing =
with some random stranger and just lost control of my body. It felt like I =
was floating in ecstasy. Max came back again and started dancing with me.=
=20

?Let?s go to my room Amber.?=20

I didn?t know what was happening around me. So, I just followed whatever he=
 told me. As we started to go towards his room, Luke came towards us.=20

?Hey, Amber. I think it?s pretty late. I?ll drop you home.?=20

?Back off, blondie. She?s mine-?

That?s when I blacked out. And the next time I wake up, I was in my bed, al=
l tucked in. I moved towards my bathroom to puke my guts out. After which I=
 found myself looking at my wasted face in the mirror. I was still in my bl=
ack dress but I was wearing a leather jacket above it. A sudden knock on my=
 door snapped me back to reality.=20
?Amber??=20

?Luke. Hi.?=20

?Here?s the medicine.?

?T-thanks.?

I took the medicine and went to change my clothes. I gave the leather jacke=
t to Luke, as I presumed it was his. Later in the afternoon Max called me u=
p and ensured if I reached home safely yesterday and asked me how I was doi=
ng. He was one of the first guys to really care about me. Most of the boys =
were interested in my rich status.=20

It had been a month since that party. Luke and I had this ?friend? relation=
ship now. Not to mention, I had started dating Max. He had been an excellen=
t boyfriend. The homecoming dance was up next week and I was all enthusiast=
ic about it. Max had already asked me to be his date. We had the homecoming=
 game before the dance. Max played as a quarterback in the football team an=
d they won the game as usual. I introduced Luke to Suzie and asked him to a=
sk her out. He needed a date for the dance. Desperately.=20

I was wearing a baby pink silk gown with my hair open. Max was in a blue tu=
x that fitted him almost perfectly with his coffee-colored crew cut hair wh=
ich made him look splendid.=20

The dance was fantastic. We all danced and just had fun. I drank a little l=
ess this time since I didn?t want to forget this night like the one before.=
 I heard Max whispering in my ear while dancing behind me with almost zero =
proximity.=20

?Let?s get out.? His voice made a shiver run down my spine. My only instinc=
t was to say-

?S-sure.?=20

I followed him towards his car and he started kissing me. I kissed him back=
 until a van drove past us. A few guys came out of the van and held me from=
 my arms, carrying me towards the van. Max was just standing there, doing n=
othing. It happened in such a rush that I was unaware of what was happening=
 around me. They made me smell some weird liquid and that?s the last thing =
I remembered.=20

I woke up in a dark room with a window covered with black cloth. The guards=
 were aware that I was conscious now and summoned someone to check on me. T=
he door opened, exposing blinding lights to my frail eyes. I saw a tall dar=
k man with a gun in his hand.=20

?Amber Clarissa Green. Daughter of Harris Green, a renowned dirty politicia=
n.?=20

?What do you want. Who are you?? I tried to free myself of the rope tied in=
 my legs and hands.=20

?Dear, dear. I am Mason Holland. What do I want? Ha! I want your father to =
die. Well, that?s why I told Max to get close to you. He almost got you on =
the day of the party. But, some stupid guy took you home. You are my chance=
 to get revenge for all the sins Harris has done. For all the pain he cause=
d to my family.?=20

I was totally broken inside. It was infuriating and despairing at the same =
time. My boyfriend had been using me. And I was stuck here because of my fa=
ther. But, I wanted to get out of here. So, I thought of a plan.=20
?Mr. Holland. I have a proposal. I know everything about my father?s dirty =
work. I have got some proof in my hard drive which is kept in a safe place.=
 I just need one last piece of proof. A picture of him doing it. That would=
 be my final move. If you let me go I would help you. Secondly, he doesn?t =
care about me. He got me a bodyguard just to show the media that he was pro=
tecting his family. Please, you have to trust me.?=20

?Okay. Fine. You have two days to get the drive and a picture of him or you=
r mother looks very sweet while watering plants in the garden you know.?=20

?Not my mom, please. I will do it.?

They released me at the gate of their mansion. Apparently, I was kept in th=
eir basement. I didn?t know where I was, so I just kept walking in any dire=
ction. That?s when I saw a car?s headlight in the dark midnight. It stopped=
 by me. A guy came out of it.=20

It was Luke.=20

?H-how?? I asked in surprise.=20

?I bugged the bracelet you are wearing. It has a GPS.?

The reaction to his reply was crashing my lips against his.=20
?Amber, you are not aware of what you are doing.? I knew he was right. I wa=
s just trying to forget this night. Brutal reality being, I had to face the=
 truth because it is what it is.=20
It had been an overwhelming night. The sudden kidnap, the negotiation, real=
isation that my boyfriend was a fraud, wandering on some random street thin=
king I would die, and then kissing Luke.=20
The next morning I woke up, I was a total mess. I still had to work on the =
picture. I talked to Luke about it and he was ready to help me. Today was t=
he day he would go to one of the nightclubs to enjoy. Maybe that was his sm=
uggling spot? We had to take a risk or our lives would?ve been compromised.=
 Either way, it was like hell.=20

Luke and I followed our father to the club but we tried not to raise any su=
spicion. We went haywire after watching Mr. Holland standing there with my =
father and handing over some stuff with a briefcase full of money. Luke man=
aged to take a picture of that scenario. I was completely nonplussed about =
this situation. I mean why would Mr. Holland work with my father if he had =
some personal grudge against him? Well, that didn?t matter now since Harris=
 Green was going down.=20
We went to the ice cream parlour to have something after an eventful time a=
t the club.=20

?I?m sorry I couldn?t protect you when you were kidnapped by the Hollands.?=
 I could see the guilt in his eyes.=20
?Well, technically you did.? That?s when Luke suddenly leaned towards me an=
d his lips melted in mine. The kiss was electrifying, unlike the previous o=
nes. It seemed special.=20

We had a moment of awkward silence after our small make-out session.=20
?We- should head home. It?s getting late.? The first time I heard Luke stut=
ter.=20

?Yeah.?=20

When we reached home we saw something that blew our minds off. I could see =
my father, mother, and Mr. Holland sitting in the gazebo in our backyard. I=
 asked Luke to wait inside the home while I headed towards them.=20
I thought it was time I confronted my father. I informed the police in adva=
nce to get there in ten minutes. I walked up to them.=20

?Glad to meet you again Mr. Holland.?=20

?Amber Clarissa Green. The pleasure?s mine.?

I moved towards my father who was standing on the edge of the gazebo with a=
 cigarette in his hand.=20

?I know about it all. Your dirty work. I have proof. You will go to jail-?=
=20

?Amber, Amber, Amber. Did you think your father was a fool? Mason works for=
 me. He told me everything. I assume you might have the picture by now too.=
 It?s just sad that history would repeat itself. You would die your sister?=
s death. That?s your fate.?=20

?And the blood will be on my hands about which I could never be happier. Yo=
u girls were a mistake.? My mother added.=20
What was happening?

Suddenly Luke came running towards me and grabbed my hand. He whispered in =
my ear. ?They have a gun.?=20

I got scared to death. Were my parents going to kill me?=20

?You did a great job, Luke. You are dismissed now.? My silent mother spoke =
up.=20

?Oh please, I?m not going anywhere,? Luke said with an attitude.=20

?Fine. You asked for it.?=20

I saw my mother, who was about to pull the trigger. My friendship with Luke=
 flashed back in my mind. He was the only person who had been trustworthy, =
caring, and loving all this time. I couldn?t lose this one person in my lif=
e. I jumped in front of Luke, exposing my front side to the bullet. The tri=
gger had already been released, and the bullet pierced straight through my =
abdomen.=20
?Everything just seemed to freeze and fade away. It was only a matter of a =
few minutes when I found myself lying on a bed passing through a lane to th=
e ER. As I was passing through the blinding lights, my mundane soul seemed =
to attain a state of peace, and my body was consumed by lust for death?s ki=
ss. The pain was infuriating but demanded to be felt. The lights, fading aw=
ay in the atmosphere and my soul evaporating from my body.=20

I could hear them. He talked to me every day. He told me about his childhoo=
d. How he used to be such a bully back then. He felt guilty about my accide=
nt.=20

I wish I could tell him it wasn?t his fault.=20

Death was just about to kiss me when he did and gave me hope to live. I fli=
nched my finger, making my consciousness known.=20

I saw his bright smile and tried to speak in a raspy and broken voice.=20
?I love you.?=20

?The feeling is mutual, Amber Green.?--->=20
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