Sorry for such a late update! Work has me super busy and since the chapters for ML are obviously a little shorter in comparison to Monster, I don't need as much time. Luckily I was able to cut out editing time with Sam helping me. Honestly all I want to do is fall asleep, but ideas for this story was floating through my head on the drive home from work the other day. I have plenty of ideas just waiting to get typed up. Thanks for choosing my story to read.
~Rolyn~
"Don't you ever wonder how we survive?"
Chapter Twelve: Come Close, Stay Close
Manning wasn't very pleased that his mission came up with not even a fraction of the results he was expecting, but little was better than nothing. He still had many opportunities because no matter where Darren ran with his horde of children, Manning would find them as long as he had her. Jennifer has proven her abilities quite useful. Without her, he would have never gotten back what was his. Jason couldn't run from him forever and he had to admit he was glad he had the boy back under his wing.
Buchanan's step daughter was a little more of an issue. She fought tooth and nail, but all in vain. The Vice President had to give her credit though. She certainly still had her spunk. The rebellious spirit in her seemed to intensify since she had ran months ago. The fire manipulator had to have been Manning's favorite right now though. It was amusing to watch him fight and curse and resist everything they gave him. The boy's powers were intense…able to melt through an inhibitor that was latched around his neck before it even had a chance to activate. Manning ordered for his thought reform serum to be administered immediately.
"Darren has quite the place here…probably from hypnotizing money out of the hands of normal citizens." Manning sighed as he walked down one of the many halls of the Hayden Manor. He was following one of the Captains of the infiltration team he brought with him. The Captain claimed he had seen where one of the escapees had fled. That escapee had been identified as none other than Jennifer's son.
The woman followed the Vice President from close behind. Her footsteps were mechanic, her expression was blank and her pupils were dilated, almost hiding their bright green color completely. Manning was very pleased when he realized that it didn't take much of the thought reform serum to get her to completely lose herself. She was no longer Jennifer Foxx or Jennifer Hayden. She was MSN1.
Metahuman Soldier Number 1.
"This is it." The Captain pointed towards the wall and Manning stared at the plane wooden paneling before looking towards MSN1. Jennifer didn't hesitate to step forward and press her hand to the wall. Her eyes stared vacantly ahead but her body was rigid as her vision seeing was activated. After about a minute or so, she took a step back and pulled her hand away.
"They escaped to undisclosed location. No one knows where it is. Not even Darren. The sub-jet they took was preset on an autopilot." Jennifer spoke in a monotone. She didn't sound human anymore.
Manning's eyes narrowed. "Hayden thinks of everything…" He grumbled with a shake of his head. "Alright, MSN1, you and I will return to the helicarrier. Captain, I want you to search this mansion from top to bottom. I want every last bit of information you can get your hands on."
"Yes sir." The nameless Captain saluted before going on his way. Manning began going back the way he had come with Jennifer on his heels. They left through the front door only to walk onto the field of helicarriers that was once the Hayden lawn. The main own, centered between several others was where Manning headed.
The back hatch remained open and the Vice President could hear the screams of the fire manipulator. The thought reform serum had painful side effects, but the results were very much worth it. He boarded the craft and saw the purple haired shape shifter the President had to call a daughter huddled in a corner, chained to a seat and watching with wide glassy eyes as her fire controlling companion writhed on a stretcher and screamed as though his own fire was licking away at his skin.
Jason was seated across from the girl, pulling and jerking his restraints. Every few seconds he'd glance in Ash's direction with scared eyes then his gaze would turn on Alex and he'd tug harder and more desperately. Manning laughed behind closed lips. When the screams faded and the thrashing of the raven haired boy had ceased, the only sound you could hear on the craft was the hushed whimpers coming from the rebellious shape shifter.
"Thought reformation complete sir." A man dressed in white scrubs said as he stepped away from the stretcher Ash now laid on rigidly. The raven haired teenagers hazel eyes were heavy lidded; his eyes completely dilated and distant. "His name is MSN2."
"Perfect." Manning breathed. "And he will respond to my orders only?"
"If you do not tell him otherwise." The man in white confirmed. Manning smiled tightly and nodded in approval.
"What did you do to him?" Alex cried as she watched Ash sit up from the table and stiffly stand to his feet. He took position beside Jennifer. The two of them staring off at nothing. "Ash!" The raven didn't respond to her desperate call of his name. Alex's tears streamed down her face.
"Thought reformation?" Jason spoke up. "You're using mind control! You no good piece of shit! All this talk about protecting the people from us when you just wanted our abilities for yourself!" Jason wasn't given time to react to the fist swinging towards his face. Alex screamed when his head jerked to the side due to the force of the punch that Manning administered.
"Do him next…" Manning ordered.
Alex tried her best to block out Jason's screams and she fought back the sick feeling that churned in her stomach knowing she was next. He was taking away everything they were and making them into his slaves. She could almost chuckle at the irony of the entire situation. Had she not said the man was jealous along with that forsaken step father of hers? Jason was right; they were taking their abilities for themselves and taking lives away in the process.
"I want orders for this place to be vacated and leveled in the next hour. I don't have time to waste." Manning barked. One of the many MCF officers nodded and scurried out of the helicarrier to spread the news. Alex lowered her head. It was hopeless. Everything was done. "We're setting course for Delaware. I need to pay the president a visit."
They had been under water for a while now. There as barely any talking but there were muffled words of consolation in many cases and quite sobs for the loss they now had to face. Darren had not said anything in explanation as to what happened, where they were going or what would happen once they got there. This left the group of teenagers and preteens to their own morbid and in some cases, depressing devices.
The craft was a jet, Drew had explained to May. It was a fast one specifically made for reasons the world would never understand, but it also acted as a sub. No one drove or navigated the craft. Darren sat with the children. The Jet moved on its own accord without any aid from human hands. May wondered if Drew was controlling it with his telekinesis or if Darren had a small hint of telekinesis he failed to tell them about, but she would have sensed it by now.
May looked into the faces of despair, fear and frustration as she sensed the people around her. Their strange family had been shaken dramatically tonight…if it was still night; there were no clocks on the ship as well. It came as a shock to them, what had happened. The ones sent by Jennifer handled the situation better than others, but it was still a surprise. For a moment there May felt safe, like there was a place she could go and be exactly who she was. She was fed, clothed and she had a family…more than a family.
The MCF had a way of ruining just about everything, she surmised. They tore apart her biological family and now they tore apart this new one and instilled lasting scars. She seethed at the thought. Why must they all suffer at the hands of fellow humans without doing anything wrong? Why was the small difference in their genetic makeup, making them targets for a group of ruthless, hateful men? What happened over the course of the years that led to this?
She couldn't make heads or tails of it. There was no explaining why the MDF were cruel people out to ruin lives. What had they done wrong to deserve this, she'd never know. The fact that they were trained regularly was suspicious in itself but it also helped her to learn to control her powers. The fact that Mr. Hayden claimed he was preparing them for something he refused to elaborate on raised questions, but she never thought the answers would be deserving of what was happening. Her life was falling apart again. She was breaking again.
"Your thoughts are running a mile a minute. Will you just relax?" Drew hissed at her from his seat beside her. May couldn't help but narrow blind eyes at him. The least he could do was be sympathetic, and yet he still appeared to be his normal indifferent, careless self.
"I'm sorry that I'm worried about what is going to happen." She hissed right back. Drew turned to face her, brow perked as if to question why she had the audacity to actually have an attitude with him. "If you had emotions like normal people, you'd understand."
"I'm not normal." He shot back, laughing sarcastically. "None of us are normal! If you haven't noticed, we are freaks! Monsters doomed to the dreary existence that calls for us to flee from our homes with our tails between our legs just to survive to see tomorrow. Don't ever tell me to do something I am not capable of. I will never be normal…because the world will never see me as such."
May's eyes widened at Drew's words and her heart pounded loud in her ears. For a moment, his indifference had faded away and was replaced with frustration, desperation and utter fear that could not be hidden. He was just as broken as she was, she knew now. He was just as shaken and concerned while his blank mask acted as his coping mechanism…one that didn't work when the green haired telepath was pushed just right. The mask was now cracked.
"Son…" Darren murmured. Drew sighed, putting his breaking mask of triviality back on.
"We're all upset…" Misty suddenly spoke up. "I-It's okay Drew. You are normal to us."
"Whatever Misty. Just leave me the hell alone." Drew chided, shooting the ginger a glare. Misty ignored the harsh words and continued.
"I refuse to let them make me believe I am anything but perfectly normal. There is nothing wrong with us, or the fact that we can do the impossible. We're better than that…better than them. They're pettiness will not break us. We can't let it."
May suddenly understood why Misty was second in command when it came to their ragtag group of misfit metahumans. Yes, Drew was an excellent man in charge type but Misty was inspirational and hard. She didn't waver and she kept a strong faith that was obviously instilled on her by another. May didn't have a doubt in her mind that Ash was this other. She was staying strong for him and the others now. They couldn't break now…
"We're not gonna let this be it." Dawn inserted quietly. "We can't let this be it."
"We won't." Paul said firmly. "The MCF took too much from us for this to slide by."
"Trust me…" Darren finally spoke up. A sardonic smirk suddenly tugged at his lips. His hazel eyes stared blankly ahead as he clenched his hands in his lap. May sensed that he was too far gone for her liking. He looked ready to take action; he was ready to seek vengeance. His voice dripped of restrained fury. "This is only just the beginning. The real stuff starts happening now."
As if his words activated a sudden shift in the water, the underwater jet shuddered and the lights in the craft flickered. Everyone was suddenly alert as the sound of metal shifting and churning overpowered the beeping of any working technology. Darren's smirk turned into a full on manic grin as the moan of metal grew louder and the craft shook hard enough that one would need to grab on to something to keep themselves leveled.
A random light suddenly broke through the water, blinding anyone in its path. Everyone, minus for May, completely oblivious to their craft being pulled in to this blinding light that couldn't get any more intense. There were hasty and fearful questions thrown about, but as the light began to fade and the craft was suddenly jerked hard enough that Dawn was thrown from her chair and to Paul's feet, there was silence.
May's blind eyes widened. Her telekinesis reached as far as she could push it. She sensed hundreds of people moving about through hallways, sitting in rooms, sparring in gyms. She didn't know where they were, but she knew they were still well underwater, hidden and guarded. She bit her lip as she sensed strangers approaching the underwater Hayden jet.
The door was opened with a hiss and someone boarded. May's telekinesis crawled over the woman and she couldn't help but think that the image she was slowly piecing in her mind seemed familiar.
"Jordyn, fancy seeing you here." Darren chuckled as he stood from his seat. The woman looked towards the telepath with a wavering gaze. Darren was actually surprised to see the woman. Last he heard, she had abandoned the cause and was off being the trophy wife of the countries leader. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen the woman…well he could remember, he just chose not to. The death of her first husband was one he avoided as much as possible. He was too close to the late man to regard his memory often.
"Where is she?" Jordyn's voice was broken. All the teenagers were confused, unsure of who this woman was and who she was looking for. Drew rectified his confusion in a swift moment. He knew she seemed familiar but no one really paid much attention to President Buchanan's wife as of lately. She wasn't included in anything he was doing since her daughter was supposedly kidnapped by metahumans. He could see the resemblance between the woman and Alex now. They both had wild eyes.
"She didn't make it." Darren said simply.
In a split second the woman was on him releasing animalistic sounds as she tried to get a firm hold on the man's wind pipe in an attempt to choke him. Aden was there in a minute, tugging the enraged first lady away without hurting her. She thrashed in his arms and Darren lowered his head, avoiding the woman's tearing eyes. At one time he questioned Jordyn's love for her daughter based upon the girl's thoughts, but right now he could see it…feel it. He felt the sorrow, regret and utter devastation that rolled off this woman in waves.
"I thought she'd be safe with you! When they told me you were attacked and you had her under your care, I thought she'd come out of this! You bastard!" She screamed and Aden tightened his arms around her, knowing exactly who she was referring to. He wished he could console the woman, let her know he felt feelings kindred to her own, but as always, he bit his tongue.
"You can just take her away now." The voice traveled into the jet before the person behind it did. May sensed the woman before she even came into sight for the others. She looked like a stern faced woman who was pretty tall, almost taller than Mr. Hayden. Her hair was long, on the verge of passing her hips and her body was lithe, but still tightly muscled.
Aden hesitated before following this woman's order and carefully taking Jordyn off the jet. He was greeted by two young men in skin tight smoke grey body suits. They gestured for him to follow. The woman with the long hair was also dressed in a similar suit, the only different was the guns strapped to her legs and the knives strapped to her upper arms and forearms. Slung over her shoulder and resting against her back was a sheathed sword.
"Welcome Hayden's team to Sector W of the Metahuman Protection Forces, not to be confused with Metahuman Control Forces that fights for the exact opposite that we do." The woman began with a crooked smile. "I'm sure you are all very confused and you have reason to be. There is a lot that has been hidden from you from day one, but due to certain events, everything shall now be brought to light. I am Amy Alvarez, by the way. Commanding officer of Sector W."
"Alvarez…" Drew began lowly recognizing the surname. Amy turned her eyes on him. They were a piercing green color that seemed to flash with danger.
"Save all questions until after I take you to the Man in charge." She said swiftly before turning on her heel and moving towards the opened hatch of the jet. "I expect you all to follow me." She called over her shoulder.
There was hesitation, but after Darren gestured for his horde of teenagers to follow, everyone was moving. May kept her distance from Drew knowing he wasn't exactly in the best of moods at the moment. She took a place beside Rolyn who may have been shattered emotionally at the moment, but would never push her away. The silver eyed energy absorber looked towards the brunette, forced a smile and slowly turned away. It was apparent now how strongly Rolyn had felt for Jason.
Darren strode in time with Amy as she led them through metal paneled walls that looked strangely identical to the underground catacombs that were nestled under Hayden manor. Amy kept her eyes forward, trying her best to remain aloof while she wished she could explode the way Jordyn had. Darren had not only lost the first lady's daughter, but her son as well.
"He was protecting another." Darren breathed. Amy's eyes narrowed briefly.
"I thought you promised to never read my thoughts without permission Hayden." She bit back.
"You're thinking very loud." Darren retorted scathingly. Amy's hands clenched into fists at her sides as she restrained the urge to slit the telepaths throat. "He worked for the MCF because of you. Do you know that?"
"I do." Amy sighed. "They lied to him…told him that his family would be hurt otherwise."
"Little did he know that his family was a group of Pro-Metahuman rebels…" Darren sighed. "You should have told him from the start."
"It would have ruined everything." Amy sighed. "At least you didn't mess up in your part of the plan."
"How well do you think they will handle the news?" Darren murmured. Amy shrugged her shoulders, her green eyes flickering downwards. Darren nodded slowly. He didn't need to read Amy's mind to understand. He wasn't too keen about bringing everything to the light either. Teenagers were more volatile than any other age group, especially metahuman teenagers and this group of youths have been through so much already. Darren wasn't sure what else they could handle in one day.
"The Director shall explain everything." Amy said loud enough for the group of metahuman teens to hear. "As I've said before, please refrain from asking any questions until everything is explained and also do not touch anything. The equipment is very expensive."
Amy paused in front of a door and a beat passed before a scanner jutted out from said door. The woman placed her palm on the scanner and after a few seconds it blinked green before the doors automatically hissed open. What lay behind those doors was a two level bustling room of technology far before its time. Monitors mounted on the wall depicted images from maps of the country to security footage of different areas all over the world.
"Welcome to the control room of Sector W." Amy murmured.
"Welcome indeed! I'm Caroline, the Director's wife." A voice called out from the second level. May trained her telekinesis on the area the voice had come from and her blind eyes widened. She trained those blind eyes on the woman whose smile faltered as she kept cerulean eyes trained in the brunette's direction specifically.
"Mom?" May's voice broke.
There was no mistaking it. Despite May's world constantly being in black and white she could easily recognize the woman. She recognized the voice, the smile, even the smallest movements when it comes to body language. May could barely restrain herself as the woman strode down the stairs, almost falling from taking them two at a time. May rushed Caroline until they were both wrapped tightly in each other's arms.
"Mom…" May cried. Her eyes remained side as her grasp on Caroline tightened.
"Sadly Norman is away at Sector A right now, but I'm sure he'd be happy to see you're alright." Caroline was referring to everyone seated at the conference table, but her eyes remained trained on the daughter she had thought she lost so long ago. If she had her way, she could care less about what was going on and focus on the fact that her daughter sat there beside her, alive and well, but the mission always came first. She couldn't lose her head now over her emotions. "I am deeply sorry for the loss of Jason, Alex, and Ash though. We will get them back. That much is promised."
Jordyn who had been able to rejoin the group along with Aden, shifted in her seat.
"Despite the fact that we have been ordered to not ask questions, I can't help but ask what the hell is all of this?" Drew spoke up. His green eyes narrowed for a split second and May could almost throw him telekinetically for taking up such an attitude with her mother. This was the mother she hadn't seen in years…the mother she thought was dead.
"Of course…" Caroline sighed. "The MPF was established not too long after Robert Manning, Vice President Manning's father established the MCF. Metahumans were pretty new back then. Darren was one of the first metahumans to be found out. He's been around for a while since, as you know, telepaths don't exactly age as fast as other metahumans." Caroline gestured to Darren who simply lowered his head.
"The MPF was started by Director Justin Foxx, Jennifer Foxx's father…some of you may know her as Jennifer Hayden…or Mom." Amy gave Drew a pointed look as she spoke. "Mr. Foxx wasn't a metahuman himself but his wife was and she had suffered a horrific death at the hand of anti-metahuman activists. Justin was a powerful and wealthy man so he decided to put some of his money to good use and established the organization you have all been drafted in since the day you were born, but I will leave Darren to explain all that."
"Since we were…born?" Misty murmured.
"All of you were predestined to meet…the only wild cards that we didn't fact in was Paul, Michelle and Kay." Darren sighed. "All of your parents, minus for Paul, Michelle and Kay's were involved with the MPF in some way, shape or form. From the day you were born, you were secured a place in MPF ranks, whether you were metahuman or not. It just so happened that you all turned out to be metahumans since the genes were strong in your lineage. It was predicted…
"Not everything was foreseen though… Rolyn was never meant to fall into the hands of the MCF. Her father was a commanding officer in Sector N and when he passed, her mother was free to do as she pleased." Rolyn lowered her head.
"Dawn's powers came about earlier than expected. Her parents are currently in MCF custody and have yet to be rescued." Caroline added.
"Misty's sisters who have raised her when her parents were taken down by the MCF have been in hiding in a Sector in Antarctica for the last couple of years. Ash's mother remains as the Commanding Officer in Sector K and Aden's parents were spies in the MCF who were found out and committed suicide." Darren went on. Aden clenched his eyes shut.
"Jason is my son." Amy finally sighed. "I refrained from telling him about my position in the MPF until our plans were set in motion."
Rolyn stared at the woman. "Y-You're his mother?" She murmured. Amy locked eyes with the teenaged girl and her expression softened. Rolyn quickly looked away.
"May," Caroline addressed. "Your father, brother, and I were captured by the MCF, however with the help of a friend we escaped. You remember Marina, don't you?"
"Marina?" May gasped. May easily recalled her childhood friend with the strange colored hair she claimed was due to an excellent dye job. May felt no reason to believe that theory now. "Is she…?"
"Marina is a telepath. One that was trained diligently under Jennifer Foxx. She was captured by the MCF along with Jennifer a month an half ago. We have been unsuccessful with getting them back because we were unsure what was going on." Caroline sighed.
"Manning had been putting in extra effort to keep his plans top secret. The detainment facility Jennifer and Marina were taken to is higher than maximum security so we kept our distance, trying to figure just what was going on." Amy explained. "It wasn't until the attack on Hayden manor did we know."
"Manning has made up a dangerous mind altering serum he calls the thought reformation." Caroline continued. "It is a mixture of chemicals and drugs that basically uses science based mind control. The serum was administered to Jennifer and she is now under MCF control. We are still unsure about Marina.
"Manning is building an army of metahumans that he can control. That kind of power can enable him to take over much more than a simply country which is no doubt what he's trying to do. We received word that the President was pushed off the roof of the white house by an invisible force. We don't doubt it was Jennifer and we also know Manning ordered her to do it."
"The war has started and it's gonna be up to you to end it." Amy said loudly. "You've been training for this since day one! Darren has been in your minds since you could make a coherent thought. You are destined to finish what your parents couldn't. We wanted the world to be safe for you…but it's only with you can we achieve this."
"You want us to fight?" Paul questioned.
"Exactly." Amy murmured.
"We can't let things continue as they are. If Manning has his way…he will have a metahuman army at his disposal and not only can he take over with such a large advantage, but he will also be able to turn everything in his favor…make you into monsters." Caroline explained with a shake of her head.
"But we cannot allow that." Amy was speaking in a booming voice still. She slammed her fists on the table. "God Dammit, he needs to pay! He's taken too much…they've taken too much. We won't take this sitting down. You're ready for this. You've been through too much and you know how to move as a team. You weren't brought together by chance."
"We were all forced to meet." Drew murmured. His eyes narrowed as he looked towards his father. Darren stared right back, his eyes narrowing slightly as well. "You've been controlling us?"
"I coaxed you into meeting one another, yes." Darren sighed. He smirked at the looks of shock and surprise that came to some of the faces of the teenagers seated at the conference table. "I have said it once and I will say it again, I am the telepath. I am the first telepath and I am the strongest. My abilities have little limits."
May couldn't help but be shaken by the man's words. He has been controlling her subtly from the beginning. Was her friendship with Rolyn real? Was Rolyn saving Dawn that day a coincidence? Was saving Jason and Alex from the MCF planned from the start? She felt violated…like she wasn't an actual person with a real life. If Darren was in her head from the start, how did he not come to help her and Rolyn sooner? They had been living on the streets for years.
"Everything happened for a reason," Darren added quickly. May almost seethed at the possibility that he was in her head that very moment. "There were some things that needed time…I only made sure you all met at one point. I never fabricated anything else."
"He wasn't allowed." Caroline laughed. "Please do not feel betrayed, kids. Everything was done with your future in mind."
"Our future…" May murmured. "I can see the future and I never saw this coming."
"Because your vision seeing isn't exactly what it is May." Darren sighed. "Your vision seeing is stemming from the telepathic ability you retain, hence why I was able to control what you did and did not see."
"You're the reason my visions were so random?" May was on her feet in an instant. Her clouded eyes were narrowed in a glare so intense it caused Darren to shift in his seat. "Are you the reason I'm blind too!"
"May…" Caroline murmured, placing a hand on her daughter arm. May jerked her hand away and kept her glare locked on Darren.
"Your visions were always sporadic because your telepathy was broken, I guess." Darren sighed as her rubbed the spot between his eyes. "I wiped any memories or visions I didn't want you to see or recall before need be. I didn't cause your random visions, I merely filtered them, and your blindness was caused when your telepathy was established broken."
May managed to calm down a bit at the explanation, but she wasn't happy. "And Drew fixed my visions…?"
"He fixed your telepathy a fraction. When your telepathy is restored completely is when your sight will return."
"How can I restore it fully?" She asked quickly.
"You have to achieve complete peace with yourself and everything else, but with the place we are in now, I don't think this will be happening any time soon."
"Marina!"
The blue haired telepath jumped out of her sleep, almost knocking heads with whoever was hovering over her. She blinked, her aqua colored eyes slowly adjusting o the darkness of her cell. She could easily make out the features of Jimmy's face and the shine to his topaz eyes. She instinctively smiled and sat up a bit. She was surprised when he didn't smile back in return.
"What's wrong?" She murmured, concern suddenly pulling her lips into a frown as she searched his eyes for some kind of explanation. Jennifer had always told her that if telepathy didn't help, the eyes were the gateway to everything she needed to know. Marina couldn't help but wish that she could tell her mentor just how right she was. Jimmy's eyes held fear, surprise and worry.
"We need to leave." He whispered brushing some hair out of her face. Marina blinked in surprise, her mouth flying open only to snap shut again as her brow furrowed. "I'm getting you out of here."
"Jimmy you can't…" Marina hissed. Jimmy smirked at her briefly before pulling a small remote out of his pocket and pressing the top button on it. The inhibitor collar around her neck made a small beeping sound before the lights in it flickered out and the device unlocked from around the young woman's slender neck.
Marina watched as the collar clattered to the floor before her wide eyes darted up to lock with Jimmy's. He smiled at her and before he could speak, she crushed her lips to his, feeling her abilities tighten and rush. She knew his thoughts, his emotions, his feelings for her. Marina pulled away and held tightly to his shoulders.
"Thank you…" She whimpered.
"N-No problem…" He stammered. "You think you can get us out of here?"
Marina smirked and nodded.
Took a bit of time and it's a couple hundred words short of what I usually pose for this story but I am finally done. Thank you Jesus. It was actually pretty hard writing this, ya know. I was just all over the place really. I didn't know what to do or when to do it…I just did it. Hopefully it didn't seem all over the place and you liked it. I'm legit so tired and I have to go to work in the morning. I love my job to death but it takes the energy right out of me. It's killer, I swear, but I'm in love with my class. All those kids are my life. Anyhoo, thanks for bearing with me.
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