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Syndrome had a plan. A perfect plan to find his perfect companion...I mean apprentice.
He was to look through the live journal entries that he could access and try and find the right choice. But he needed a particular quality in this girl. She obviously had to be over 16, and she needed to be willing to leave the life she lead, and willing to join him in his reign of power.
The first part was pretty easy, he could choose the age differences in the journals that he read. The second part was the toughest. He had to find a girl who hated her life, but was not into suicidal thoughts or inflicted pain on herself. Syndrome could wipe out a super in a flash, but dealing with an emotional teenager with a hobby of cutting herself...
Most of the journals he read other than those were about how much these girls loved their boyfriends or the bitchy things that their friends did to them today. Though he did find a few with potential, one of the women was married, the other seemed too afraid to even leave home for a week.
Syndrome sighed as he scrolled down to the next entry. This was going to take a while...
Evelyn woke from her fitful dreaming, the tears of the night before still staining her rosy cheeks. She propped herself up onto her elbows and blinked the sleep out of her eyes ' thank God for weekends' she thought.
She sat up on the bed, its old springs creaking under the weight shift. She threw the covers off of herself and decided that it was time she updated her live journal. Evelyn never really kept any other journal, though half of the things she wrote any normal person would put into a little dairy and guard with their lives from the prying eyes of others. She wasnt like that.
A part of her wanted someone to contact her, to console her for the problems and challenges she went through. She wanted a real friend for once, someone to confide in. Someone else to share the burden of this failed experiment called life. And that was why she kept her screen name at the bottom of every entry. Just in case someone else went through what she did and wanted to talk.
But no one ever did.
Nevertheless, she booted up her internet connection, and logged onto the website, pouring out her soul to anyone who cared to read.
For she never gave up the hope that maybe today someone would reach out. She never gave up hope that she wasnt the only one in the world with her own problems.
And if she had hope, she could keep moving on.
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