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    In Transition 8

    So here’s the plan for the rest of this series, there will be scenes from the past and the present. Don’t worry I will tell you which is which.

    I thought of trying to copy the Momento thing but it was too complicated and so I guess this is the down play version. Oh, if you don’t know the movie Momento, you should watch it b/c it is such a fantastic movie :)

    To the story…
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    Have you ever wonder what it would be like to have a gun pointed at your head? People always say that when you look death in the face, your life flashes before you. All of your joy, hope, love and sins collapse into that one moment.

    I can say with certainty that its all bullocks. All you feel is the gnawing fear deep in your gut. The shiver that goes down your spine leaving cold sweats in its wake. The past did not matter as the present predominates. The future only registers as the fact that you do not want to die, that you have yet to live.

    I know that Im far from a religious person, but here I catch myself praying. Please, let me get out of this alive. I would do anything.

    I was there in an abandoned warehouse, on my knees on the hard concrete floor. Blood still oozed out from the gash on my head, trickling down the side of my face.

    I looked pass the cold barrel of the gun to the hand that holds it so steadily. That hand would not waver or hesitate to end my life.

    ***6 months earlier***
    Here are the drinks. Shane noticed how MJ and Lindsay stopped in the middle of their conversation when they saw her. Something was definitely going on.

    During the past few months, she has become accustom to these two girls and would say that they were her friends. Okay that was the second time tonight that you two stop dead from what you were talking about when I show. So whats up? Wheres the beast?

    Its nothing, MJ said quickly.

    Lindsay gave MJ a scold. It is something, and she wont listen to my advice. Maybe you can shed some light into the situation. To MJ, Come on, Shanes your friend, and I have a feeling that she can keep a secret. That was saying it lightly since knowing Shane, Lindsay has only gotten out of her about her past was that she had spent all of her life in the foster homes.

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    Comments

    1. You don’t know who you are going to kill??? OMG!!!!! LOL…. you need a plan…. hehe, but I like this very much…. Keep going. Oh, and I’m glad Meg was so understanding…. Maybe she can take a trip to Oz and be my mum for a bit??

    2. Oooh… a cliffhanger… Me loves… I know the other readers are going to hate me for saying this… but drag it out… I won’t this fic to last very long ~grins~

    3. This is really good, I like it. its nice to read something with a bit of substance to it for once. Love the insight into Shane too, she’s such a dark horse, theres gotta be some secrets in her past. thanx!k xx

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