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KaiTi" I saw the purple haired boy again. He was standing on the sidewalk, waiting for someone. "What in the world is up with this guy?" I wondered. "Why do I keep seeing him?"/span/p
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KaiTi" I looked around. It was a strange place and I didn't recognize it. It was a big city with tall buildings everywhere. Oddly enough, there were no cars on the street, though. /span/p
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KaiTi" It was a beautiful day and I had nothing to do but wait, so I did, in the hopes that I would see who he was meeting. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long. Only a few minutes passed before he started waving to someone. I half expected to see the orange haired girl, but much to my surprise, it was Lark. "Why is Lark meeting this guy? It doesn't make sense." I thought. "Unless..."/span/p
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KaiTi" I groaned. Of course it made sense. I was dreaming again. Those dreams were getting pretty irritating. I rubbed my temple, feeling a headache setting in. I wanted to wake up. Nothing ever made sense in those dreams, everything was always... strange./span/p
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KaiTi" The strangest thing, though, was something about Lark. She was wearing black. It was definitely weird. I might not have even recognized her if she hadn't been wearing her ever-present smile. /span/p
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KaiTi" They started down the street. I followed them, for reasons unknown to me, and I made no effort to hide myself. Not that they were paying attention, they were too busy talking. "Where in the world are they going?" I wondered. /span/p
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KaiTi" They kept walking and eventually came to some woods. I shuddered. The woods were horrible. They irritated me. Nature in general irritated me. Regardless, I knew I had to follow. Sighing, I stepped off the sidewalk and started down the path./span/p
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KaiTi" I didn't even try to be quiet. I just walked behind them, stepping on fallen leaves(which was strange, it was only mid-July) and branches, making all sorts of noise. Neither of them noticed. Lark started to hum softly. The tune was familiar, but I couldn't remember what it was. It was strange, haunting. Whatever it was, it made me feel very comfortable, which, in turn, made me feel very uncomfortable. /span/p
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KaiTi" There was a second, low, mechanical hum that got louder as we walked further down the path. It wasn't quite like a car or an airplane. I couldn't place my finger on it, but the sound was familiar./span/p
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KaiTi" "Vince." My mother's voice spoke from behind me. /span/p
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KaiTi" I turned, but, as usual, there was no-one there. By the time I turned back around, Lark and the purple-haired boy were gone. I sighed. Thankfully the mechanical humming was still strong and I followed the sound./span/p
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KaiTi" When I finally reached the source of the noise, my throbbing headache got worse. In front of me was a large chrome spaceship./span/p
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KaiTi" "I'm so done with this." I thought. Reluctantly, my feet carried my body toward the ship, not knowing what I'd find inside./span/p