Hey, all. I'm egbkid. You might remember me, you might not. Anyway, here's
the
latest from the deep recesses of my crazed mind. For those of you who have read my
works before, I know I haven't finished 'Road Trip' or 'Future Differences' yet, but I am
slowly coming up with an idea to continue them. My imagination has a thing for running
away in the summertime, and both of those stories were written in the spring. But
anyway, on with the show. This has no connections to anything I have written before, I
had it partially uploaded before(called HOME), but am now starting over with a new title.
Once again, I say I don't own anything but the weird ideas and some minor characters,
everything else belongs to Mr. Cameron, Mr. Eglee and FOX. Don't sue me, all you'll
get is a turquoise Caviler that demands 350$ every month.
~egbkid
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2033
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I remember it as if I was there just last week. But I wasn't. It's been ten years. Ten long,
sad years. For most of those ten years, I have lived in a small town. You know, one of
those nice little ones on the water where you know practically everyone. And I know just
about everyone there. Unlike where I lived before, but that's another story, almost
another world. No. Not almost, it is another world. My life is so different than it was back
then. When I was only nineteen. My only care was my own safety. I was running from
the government. Well, hiding, actually. Then I met one of the few best friends I've had in
this life. We spent almost three years together. One avoiding the fact that we were
attracted to each other, and another with a virus that made it so we couldn't touch each
other. Finally, six months after we found a cure, we clued into the fact that all our friends
were right, so we hooked up. See, the only downside is that I was made in a lab. I was
trained as a child to be a soldier, and I escaped when I was nine. That's why I was hiding
in Seattle from the government. And my friend turned boyfriend was an underground
cyber-journalist that everyone wanted to take out. He had a lot of enemies, as did I, we
even had some in common. But we loved each other very much, we even talked about
marriage, we thought we could live happily ever after. Right.
Twenty years ago, I was X5-452: property of the US Government. Ten years ago, I was
Max Guevera: Jam Pony Messenger, friend of Original Cindy and Logan Cale. Now, I
am K.C.: mechanic, resident of Bay-West, N.B. in Canada, and mother of Patrick and
Nicolas Cale.
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latest from the deep recesses of my crazed mind. For those of you who have read my
works before, I know I haven't finished 'Road Trip' or 'Future Differences' yet, but I am
slowly coming up with an idea to continue them. My imagination has a thing for running
away in the summertime, and both of those stories were written in the spring. But
anyway, on with the show. This has no connections to anything I have written before, I
had it partially uploaded before(called HOME), but am now starting over with a new title.
Once again, I say I don't own anything but the weird ideas and some minor characters,
everything else belongs to Mr. Cameron, Mr. Eglee and FOX. Don't sue me, all you'll
get is a turquoise Caviler that demands 350$ every month.
~egbkid
~~
2033
~~
I remember it as if I was there just last week. But I wasn't. It's been ten years. Ten long,
sad years. For most of those ten years, I have lived in a small town. You know, one of
those nice little ones on the water where you know practically everyone. And I know just
about everyone there. Unlike where I lived before, but that's another story, almost
another world. No. Not almost, it is another world. My life is so different than it was back
then. When I was only nineteen. My only care was my own safety. I was running from
the government. Well, hiding, actually. Then I met one of the few best friends I've had in
this life. We spent almost three years together. One avoiding the fact that we were
attracted to each other, and another with a virus that made it so we couldn't touch each
other. Finally, six months after we found a cure, we clued into the fact that all our friends
were right, so we hooked up. See, the only downside is that I was made in a lab. I was
trained as a child to be a soldier, and I escaped when I was nine. That's why I was hiding
in Seattle from the government. And my friend turned boyfriend was an underground
cyber-journalist that everyone wanted to take out. He had a lot of enemies, as did I, we
even had some in common. But we loved each other very much, we even talked about
marriage, we thought we could live happily ever after. Right.
Twenty years ago, I was X5-452: property of the US Government. Ten years ago, I was
Max Guevera: Jam Pony Messenger, friend of Original Cindy and Logan Cale. Now, I
am K.C.: mechanic, resident of Bay-West, N.B. in Canada, and mother of Patrick and
Nicolas Cale.
~~