Reunion
By Justin K. (Distant Thunder)

Strange...I thought. Very strange. Where are they? It isn''t their character to be late...is it? The date was good, the place was exact...It''s been almost eight years since I first joined this Finding Nemo internet messaging board. It saved my life...almost literally.

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//Now, now, Justin, consider all the options!!// shouted Scott, the imaginary falcon who was one of my few friends at school...in fact, probably the one ''friend'' who I could trust not to steal or to shoot me at some point in my life. I drew a knife from the kitchen, preparing to fly off, free as anything else in the world that wasn''t me.

""It''s gotten out of hand,"" I said to Scott. ""there are too many. Outnumbered wherever I go, whatever I do..."" I put the knife to my wrist.

//WAAAAIIIIITTT!!!// shouted Scott. //Just...do me one favor. Consider all the stuff you''re going to miss. Belle, Rachel, and Michael. They''re all going to miss you so much.//

""Not like they would mourn for me. No one would!!"" I retorted angrily. The faster I could clear the runway and open my wings the better.

Scott seemed to pause for a moment. Then, he said two simple words. //...I would.//

I paused. Scott was right. After being through so much, after writing all my internet stories like Memorial...all that would go to waste and eventually get deleted. Scott himself was tied directly to me. If I died, so would he.

//Ariel would. Falon would. You have a whole ship rooting you on. Come on, Justin, you''re not this selfish. It''s not your character. Please...you know, at least take one last look around the internet. Maybe you''ll find someone or something there where you can relate.//

I put the knife down and slid it across to the opposite end of the table. I fired up my computer, and did an ordinary google search: Finding Nemo. That was such a great movie, it left a lot of space for stories to top it off...I looked at my search again. Wait...why''d I type messaging board? Whoops. But as soon as that finished, I looked at the very first site that popped up. An ordinary Finding Nemo messaging board located at ted talking like we knew each other for nearly twelve years. I quietly looked back at my laptop while everyone else was talking.

"What''re you writing?" Chiuhirou asked. The whole board gathered behind me to look at the word document open on my laptop. It read:

Reunion
By Justin K. (Distant Thunder)

Strange...