93: A plague of bad luck

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AVALON Today is the day I kill someone on purpose. And that person, is non other than my very own father. I blink, reading the note Tanner handed me once again. First the shooting was all over the news. Shocking to no one, my face was nearly blasted on every news station if the Prime Tower workers didn’t work fast to remove it. How they got my picture in the first place is a thing I cannot begin to process. Who had the time during the ruckus to take a picture of me holding a f*****g gun! I wasn't the only one who had a gun, but someone was prepared to make me out to look a friggin killer. Non of this is making any sense. And then my father, oh daddy dearest had to go and do this!! He really outdid himself this time. I was a real fool. {A/N- Warning: words in () are Avalon’s thoughts

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