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Decisions: Part 3

Daniel and I spent the rest of the night playing video games on the big screen. Even if the novelty had long since worn off, it beat the TV my family had at home by a long shot.

It felt good.

After a week that included being chased, attacked in my own bed, and ending a second prom night in violence, Guitar Hero and Tony Hawk seemed like a simple, relaxing way to finish off the week. It was made more relaxing by sending Isaac Lim an email about the original Power’s death instead of calling him.

It couldn’t last.
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Rivalry: Part 16

“You’re going to fucking kill him,” Chris said.

“I was going to be careful. I wasn’t going to hit him against the ground as hard.”

“That’s insane.”

Sean descended from the black sky, landing in front of us. He turned his head to look at Jack floating above the street.

“Do you know how many people that guy killed? I was going to make sure he couldn’t do anything.”
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Rivalry: Part 11

Unsurprisingly, I didn’t sleep very well after that.

I dragged myself through the next day, almost falling asleep in study hall, barely staying awake during lectures. When it ended, I could at least console myself with the fact that it was Friday and I didn’t have any other demands on my life — probably.

Something did nag at my mind though. I thought I might have forgotten something. I just hoped it wasn’t important.
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Rivalry: Part 9

“You bet. We’ll pass on whatever shows up,” Vaughn said. “Right, guys?” He looked over the rest of us.

I thought about replying. It seemed like a good idea, but maybe not immediately. I had time. Then I thought about it a little more.

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Me: We might be a little too calm.
Daniel: Crap. I was concentrating too hard on resisting him. You’re right.

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Rivalry: Part 8

When we got back to the jet, I pulled the alert’s GPS data up, and headed toward downtown Grand Lake.

We flew westward through the sky, toward the sun as it moved lower, beginning to dip into Lake Michigan.

I gave them the short version of what Cannon had said as we flew home, but we didn’t get to really discuss it. Including the time it took to start the jet, it took ten minutes to get there.

We were too late, but in the best possible way.
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Uncontrolled Substances: Part 2

“So you just told him?” Jaclyn didn’t seem to be able to contain her disbelief.

“It’s not like I invited him to train with us,” I said. “I just told him the same thing I’ve always told anyone curious about who I’m taking martial arts from.”

“It’s not that bad,” Haley said. “Of all Sean’s friends, Dayton’s the only one who’s actually nice.”
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Rattling Cages: Part 14

Flying in the winter is cold.

The full Rocket armor feels warm even in the worst weather, probably because Grandpa spent a lot of time flying during the winter. By contrast, Grandpa’s main focus when he created the stealth suit was for it to fit under clothes. Even after pulling the supplementary jacket, pants and gloves over the basic suit, the stealth suit still felt colder.

Adding a guitar to the mix didn’t make things any easier.
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Rattling Cages: Part 13

Jaclyn started moving a couple minutes after the door shut.

I could hear her push herself up, fall once, push herself up again, and then I saw her black, heeled boots on the floor in front of me. She stopped for a moment, looking (I assumed) at the people on the floor, and then ran to the window on the far side of the room.

I heard the kitchen door open, followed by a gasp.
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