Small chapter. I have to make something happen, so here it goes.
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Chapter 4: living with it
It had been two months since Nathan had discovered his fangs. Maxim was helping him out, and hanging with him nearly all the time. Shayleen hadn't noticed anything, and neither did Nate's father when he came back from Washington. Nate had learned not to put his fingers in his mouth, or not roll his tongue a certain way to be sure not to cut himself. He also had to abstain himself of kissing his girlfriend a 'certain way', and had to keep backup tooth-brushes in his room because his fangs could cut nearly through them. He continued his normal activities at school, and kept on working with his correspondents on the internet. He sometimes had to call many different people to work out his projects without going out of his town, and it was sometimes very hard to hide his criminal activities from Max, who was very often in his room, and had noticed a few odd notes clipped on his board.
Maxim had tried to make him find out something else about his mutation, but nothing had worked. It was nearly Christmas when he saw that his fangs had completely disappeared. At first, it was a great joy for him, but he soon realized that they appeared and disappeared almost every two days. Maxim suggested that it was maybe because his body was trying to reject his mutation, and Nathan didn't like that thought since being a mutant was in you're blood, and if you're system was rejecting it, it wasn't good.
After Christmas, he had a terrible accident.
He had been outside, shopping for New Year presents for his parents and friends, when suddenly a driver lost control of his vehicle and crashed into the snow-filled sidewalk. Nathan was there at that precise moment, and the car hit him.
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Nooooo. Relax he's not going to die. My story's not even close of finishing.
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Chapter 4: living with it
It had been two months since Nathan had discovered his fangs. Maxim was helping him out, and hanging with him nearly all the time. Shayleen hadn't noticed anything, and neither did Nate's father when he came back from Washington. Nate had learned not to put his fingers in his mouth, or not roll his tongue a certain way to be sure not to cut himself. He also had to abstain himself of kissing his girlfriend a 'certain way', and had to keep backup tooth-brushes in his room because his fangs could cut nearly through them. He continued his normal activities at school, and kept on working with his correspondents on the internet. He sometimes had to call many different people to work out his projects without going out of his town, and it was sometimes very hard to hide his criminal activities from Max, who was very often in his room, and had noticed a few odd notes clipped on his board.
Maxim had tried to make him find out something else about his mutation, but nothing had worked. It was nearly Christmas when he saw that his fangs had completely disappeared. At first, it was a great joy for him, but he soon realized that they appeared and disappeared almost every two days. Maxim suggested that it was maybe because his body was trying to reject his mutation, and Nathan didn't like that thought since being a mutant was in you're blood, and if you're system was rejecting it, it wasn't good.
After Christmas, he had a terrible accident.
He had been outside, shopping for New Year presents for his parents and friends, when suddenly a driver lost control of his vehicle and crashed into the snow-filled sidewalk. Nathan was there at that precise moment, and the car hit him.
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Nooooo. Relax he's not going to die. My story's not even close of finishing.