Chapter eighteen. (Part two.)

The long awaited… Chapter 18 (part two)! Okay, I shan’t say anything to prolong the wait.
Okay, so I just did. Never mind.
 
“It was Mike, I know.”
“What?” Chris’s eyes riveted on bro. “How did you…”
“You had a dream,” I stated, leaning back into my chair. Why was I so certain he’d had a dream?
It was three [...]

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Just wondering.

I realise that I am putting off writing the story. If you didn’t realise, the past few chapters (in fact, a lot of the chapters) can be deleted and it wouldn’t affect the storyline one bit. Well, maybe you couldn’t realise that because you still don’t know what the story’s about.
So it would help if [...]

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Chapter eighteen. (Part one.)

Sorry, Nooboet. I’ll stick to posting part-chapters for now, since… Oh god, I haven’t finished the Sicko assignment. It’s really making me sick. (That was a lousy attempt at making yongboon cringe. Did I succeed, I wonder?)
 
Chapter 18 –Realisation
 
“It was Mike.”
What?
I haven’t felt so much rage in a while. It was like a river bursting [...]

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The amount of destruction I can wreak in a second

Most people who know me would say that I’m a not a destructive person. (That’s what I think. I suppose I’ll know what you think soon enough.)
Anyway, a personal anecdote from Haikou, Hainan:
Well, you know that my brother loves orchids, that he’s obsessed with them. He even talks to them sometimes, calling them “my darlings” [...]

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Chapter 17

 This might be repetitive to some people…
 
Chapter 17 — Collateral damage
 
I’ll cut to the chase; there are too many things to write about these days.
Why didn’t they ever say we were from Dover?
Why did they lie?
Why… Oh, never mind. But why… Oh, shut up. Jeez.
Anyway, I checked my passport, after getting it from Mother. And, [...]

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Murder Mystery (Part three.)

Sorry for not updating earlier… Was trying to obtain some sources for the humanities assignment earlier. The opereative word being “trying”.
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The first house on the next street proved to be the very address on the back of Salle’s card. And the shoeprints led to the front door too. Chris dismissed the notion that the old [...]

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