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Submitted to Contest #72
Hours passed as I flipped through my perfect grades, boringly checking them again and again. Tonight was set, knife in my boot as I was getting ready to kill a man. The bots passed by my room near the time of my scheduled lunch hour, watching me eat my stale bread, poking it from afar. "Your brother is in the infirmary," They announced, emotionless and automatic. Just like every single day. That kid beater would get his due. I grinned back. "My grades?" "Perfect as always, Rockers." My last name was sung in my ears as common, the ...
I had my eviction letter in my sleeve as I drew out my pen, signing the papers and confirming my great uncle's death. Not like I really knew the guy. His bloodline had ended with him. No heir. No wife. Nothing to help his last name survive. It wasn't as useful either that he was born with two sisters who would be married-poor girls-at a young age, leaving him alone for what would be the rest of his life, owning a big house after his mother and father's death. What a sad life he must have had, I couldn't imagine the man that came with it. No...
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