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I am a hybrid

Hi, I am Sasha. I am a teenager suffering from a rare blood disorder. I live with my mother a homicide detective. My older brother is back home after a tour in Afghanistan. My life sucks. One day I made my usual trip to the hospital for a blood transfusion and series stringent tests. I heard a conversation between two people about a box containing the cure to all the problems. I have had enough of my life being sucked out by this hospital and my illness so I snuck out low and slow. I used its contents on myself. Now I have to deal with the consequences of my actions. I am now a fusion of two species. I am a hybrid.

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Unbelievable

I walked out of my room and saw the Oleg, Ivan and Ivar dancing to MC Hammer's 'Can't touch this' I don't know what came over me. I started to laugh. They heard me and turned off the music. I laughed freely and openly. They reminded me of the acrobatic twins that lived in our neighborhood. They played that song and did a few backflips. Until one of them knocked the other out. I made a mistake of telling them and they had to see it. I blushed eight shades of red as I showed it to them. The best bit was when the skateboard flew out his hand and smashed one of the windows. At least the skateboard is back in the shed like his mother said. I remember telling the conscious one that it was nice knowing them. The werewolves were laughing.

The doorbell rang and Chelsea came with roses. Red rose with poetry. She was swooning as she read it. I took one look at it and threw it in the trash. Ivar started to laugh as Chelsea dove to take the letter before it fell in. She whined, "This is a beautiful poetry. Why did you throw it away." I shook my head, "I don't trust people who can't open their mouths and say how they feel. Why bother copying someone else's work. If they feel anything real they should be able to say something. Even if it means gibberish. The right person makes sense because everyone can't be that person." Chelsea was floored to hear that. I continued, "I want to hear their own words. Is it so hard?"

Chelsea countered, "It could be complicated" I grimaced, "Gross a married man's secret girlfriend. Yuck I am allergic to complications. Take that letter away from me before I burn it" Chelsea countered, "..." I interrupted,"no guy is worth chipping your soul. I don't want to hear it. I will count to ten and that letter is going to be memory. Ten, nine, eight..." Chelsea ran with the letter to hide it. "Ew! Oh vomit! Gross! Yuck! Aw Gag! Disgusting! The other woman. My worse nightmare. When I find the creep I will have him drawn and quartered. Where can I find some dull instruments? I want to inflict pain really slowly" when I got no response I stepped out for air.

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