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I Was 17 When He Was Marked. Well. Im Getting Ahead of Myself, Lets Start at The Beginning. School Prom. '09. I Was Sitting at a Table Near the Dark Corner of the Gym. I Was the Only Gay Kid in School, Sure it Made Me Popular. But Most of the School Hated Me for it.
"Ugh..." I Moaned. I Was the Only One Sitting Down. I Took a Sip Of My Drink, Tilting My Head Back Getting the Last Drops. I Set My Cup Down then Looked Up. There Was a Black Figure. I Knew What it Meant.
"No!" I Yelled. I Ran. Just Ran. I Was Running Down the 10th Grade Hallway, Then i Looked Behind Me. Nothing Was There. I Looked Back in Front of Me, And Sure Enough. There it Was.
"You Have Been Chosen Lyndon." (Yes, Lyndon Was My Name Before This Whole Stupid Thing Happened.) The Dark Figure Said.
"Too Bad!" I Picked Up a Book Laying on the Floor And Before i Could Throw it, a Sharp Pain Hit My Forehead. I Screamed Out in Agony.
Have You Ever Had a Headache That Hurt So Bad You Just Wanted to Stab Your Forehead? Well. This Was it. But Ten Times Worse. Ugh.
"Lyndon Latreque. Report to The House of Night Immediately. If Not. You Will Die." The Figure Said. I Got Up And Stumbled to the Nearest Bathroom and Looked in the Mirror.
"s**t."
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