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am an untouchable because my unidentified disease is too gruesome for my par- ents to bear. I look at them with disgust for giving up their parental rights to a com- plete stranger.
I see the wetness glistening on my arm, remnants of the preacher’s wrath. Fear and panic strike me like an incurable plague, and I take a few steps back. I'll be damned if I get showered with QC's airborne maladies.
I ask, “How long am I here for?”
“You are here for one full year.”
In slow motion one full year runs through my processor, taking up so much space that my computer is about to crash. I pull up a picture of Drake in my mind and it suddenly blinks uncontrollably until it fades into nothing. Beautifully painted files holding snippets of an art gallery are now on the brink of corruption. Suddenly, I see a bold warning sign--TAMPER DETECTION--flashing lights on my screen. Like sand running out of a broken hourglass, I do not have time to en- crypt my valuable data. My only option is to shut down my operating system alto- gether. I’ll set aside this grueling tedious process for a later period. This is an emer- gency and this is merely a quick fix to protect my complex mechanism.
“What? Are you kidding me?” I bark so loud I assume that others girls in the next room could hear my cries.
My parents are not defending me from anything this minister from the dark side is saying.
I shout, my rage laced with a heavy dose of arsenic from the sting of betrayal, “How can you do this to me?”
Repeatedly I shout again, “How can you do this to me?” unembarrassed by my hot flushed cheekbones. I don’t want to give the enemy any form of satisfac- tion.
Besides once Drake finds out, he will come and rescue me! I silently babble to myself trying to ease the pain of the poisonous bite. My blood is boiling, spilling over the top; my anger flows like oil into a fire, threatening to engulf me. Miraculously, I
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