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Copyright © 2004 by Sincada All rights reserved.

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Author's note: You have no idea how anxious I was to get your review, melody mama. Everyday, I would check, hoping to see someone's review. It seems you're the only person I've attracted for this story. I'm not quite sure about Stories-have-souls. Then again, it just goes to show that nobody really finds the reality of the world so interesting anymore. It really is a pity. I suppose that's my main concept on writing the story, to show people that yes, reality can be harsh in its ways, but it can also help provide entertainment and a learning experience. Through the eyes of another person, I mean. It's not everyday you get to be somebody else, or at least see through their eyes, and hear their thoughts. I suppose I should stop now. I just wish more people could enjoy this as story as much as you and SHS do. Meow.

P.S. I'm sorry this chapter is so short everyone!!!!! I will definitely make it up to you all in the next chapter. IN THE MEANTIME…while you wait, you should read the essay that I wrote for my English class. If you do, don't forget to score it, 1-4, 4 being the highest. Thank you so much for still reading. You have no idea how sad I am for letting everyone down!!!

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I break my gaze with my mother, slowly walking to the trashcan to dump my leftover waffle. I could hear her slowly eating her burnt waffle in silence, and I began to feel guilty for throwing away her effort to make things better. Still, as I went to the sink to wash my plate (we didn't have a dishwasher, I was the dishwasher), I felt the same anger I got when people started laughing at me at school. It was the kind of anger like the "you wouldn't understand" anger, and the "this is hopeless" anger. The kind of anger anyone else would get when they knew their mother was dating Satan and there was nothing they could do about it.

Why do I get such a bad feeling about this?…Why do I feel like if we start to encourage him, things will only get worse in a different direction?…I dunno, maybe I'm just being stupid…maybe things will work out…

As I scrubbed the syrup under the warm, running water with the soapy sponge, I couldn't help this weird feeling deep in my chest every time I thought about Jerum being a father-like human being. Especially, my own father-like human being. I felt as if someone was sitting on my chest, making it hard to think and breathe.

Mother soon walked in as I was rinsing my plate, and I handed her the sponge. I wanted to say something so bad as I stared at her saddened face, but I didn't know exactly what.

I set my dish in our green, plastic dish rack, and stood there, bored and thinking of what to do next.

I don't know what to do…I'm bored…or maybe I'm worried…Why can't I be both?…I feel sick…

Mom soon walked out of the kitchen, and sat back down on the couch. I could hear her shuffling a book, and I knew that once she read the first three words, I'd lose her for another three hours or so. I felt so bored that I almost thought about sitting down on the kitchen floor, but instead, I went to my room to contemplate the outcomes of our rash decision.

I opened my door with a loud clunk and plopped on my bed in desperation, softly closing the door with my foot. I rolled over, and positioned myself so that my feet hung off the bed, and I could rest my head on my hands while looking out my window at the neighbor's red fence. My mind began to race into what I pictured as the future, what was going to happen when Jerum walked into the front door, fire burning beneath his every step.

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"'So if thy right eye is an occasion of sin to thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee: for it is better for thee that one of thy members should perish than that thy whole body should be thrown into hell. And if thy right hand is an occasion of sin to thee, cut if off and cast it from thee; for it is better for thee that one of thy members should be lost than that thy whole body should go into hell.' Ohh that would really hurt."

-Nei speaking about Jerum and his "third leg"