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"Hi, honey. How are you doing today?" Karen said as she stepped gently into Liv's bedroom.

"Great, mom! I just got the script for a seasonal reunion episode for," - she posed readying herself to finish the rest of her announcement in song - "Sing It Loud!"

"Oh, honey. That's great! Diva moment?" She asked Olivia, who was still dressed in her night gown.

Karen opened the curtains and motioned dramatically as if introducing her to the stage. Liv cleared her throat and jumped up on the bed and did a series of vocal runs and bowed. She smiled and basked in the sunlight for a few moments before plopping back onto the bed and shoving glasses onto her face.

A frown almost became apparent on Karen's face as she recognized what was happening next but tried not to let the girl see the concern. Karen pawed at Liv as she began to pull her own hair into a ponytail.

"Leave your hair down, Liv. You have, um, styled it so perfectly. Let's not ruin it."

"Maddie, Mom. I'm Maddie. Geez, don't you even know your own children?" She seemed to give a wink to a knowing audience but there was only a beige brick wall and Dr. Karen Rooney, a child psychologist specializing in Multiple Personality Disorder.

This story takes place during the events in The Matrix Reloaded when Agent Smith takes over every human in the Matrix.

Wendy covered her children's eyes from the screen. The three of them just witnessed their father literally change into a different human being. He balded, somehow grew sunglasses, even got a new suit like a CIA agent. Behind him were more people like that. The power went out and Wendy took her hands off her children's eyes. Helicopters flew outside, people screamed, police sirens rang. Wendy didn't feel safe.

"Come, children," she said. "Lets get in the car!" They went out the back to the alleyway, where the car was parked. It started raining. Wendy jammed the key in the ignition, and started the SUV. As she drove out into the road, a convoy of trucks and vans drove up the road. Without thinking, Wendy joined in, driving on the wrong lane. Some cars made space for her and she settled herself in. On her left, she heard cars drive down, only to be replaced by smashing. Wendy's daughter screamed. Black sports cars drove up next to the convoy, being driven by the same people from the TV. Wendy, without thinking at all, drove up on the sidewalk while the convoy deteriorated. She then found herself on a trail in a forest and evaded the strange CIA agents. A couple minutes later, a woman dressed in all black stood in the middle of the trail. Wendy stopped the car and got out.

"Are you alright, ma'am?" Wendy asked.

"I'm fine," the woman in black said as if she was receiving a massage. "Are you alright?"

"No, not really. I have two kids and some crazy stuff's going down."

"Then this will knock your socks off." The woman smiled. Suddenly Wendy started to see ones and zeroes everywhere. She thought it was just her mind playing tricks on her, but she then saw more of it. The numbers filled her eyes. She could here her kids screaming and crying. The numbers left, leaving a black abyss to look at.

Then she woke up.

 Let me just say it; plain and simple. I. Hate. School.  I hate waking up at 6 a.m, I hate the tests, I hate the teachers, I am just so done. This year, I'm in 8th grade. It's the last year of middle school for me, and everyone knows everyone now. All of the teachers are the same, and the students are too.

Well, I'm in mostly Honors classes, except for math. I do fine in school, my GPA is about a 94. I hate school for the other reasons...

I'll rant about it later, but it's not important.

Anyway, One of the things I actually (somewhat) enjoy is my locker. I mean, I carry around four binders at a time. The classes are so far apart from each other, I can't even stop at my locker. I go before homeroom and after last period. I like decorating; I have a picture of my mother, Mona, with my Dad, Matthew. We also used to have a little pug named Speckles. He was the cutest thing ever! He died last year, but, it was of old age, which I suppose is good.

I also keep some of my stuffed animals in there, like a cub named Romeo and a Gorilla named Dash. I love them both incredibly.

It's time for first period. I'm in Science, and today we're learning about cells. You know, the usual blabbering, like "The mitochondria are the powerhouse of the cell.." and stuff like that. It's boring, but we will learn about the human body soon! I love that kinda stuff!. Wow, something I'm not dreading this year!

We even got homework on the first day! Well, this isn't the actual first day, but it's the first day of lessons and education.

Second period I have Gym. I HATE Gym. Hate wouldn't even begin to describe it. I despise Gym. I am clearly not the athletic type. Ok, I'll even call myself a nerd. I suppose I am somewhat biased towards kids who play school sports. I mean, 90% of the lacrosse/football players are arrogant, sweaty douches who insist on being mean and obnoxious. It's almost ironic, they are recognized and praised for helping kids with special needs, but when it comes to people who aren't, brace yourself. Our first unit is flag football. Gee, great.

And just so you know, I'm not a social outcast, either. I have quite a few friends. One in every class, except for math, which I will not even begin to explain.

One of my friends, Jeff Andonuts, is in my class. He is super, genius-level gifted! He is super nice, like me. He is also a tad socially awkward, like me! Wow, we have so much in common! We are both obsessed with Camp Lazlo, which was this old cartoon we went BALLISTIC for.

The bell rang.

Time for third period; Tech!

There's not much going on in tech, it's just a period of notes. Every day. Every. Single. Day. Whatever, I don't really care. Hlaf of the class just chews gum and goes on Reddit all day anyway! (Not that I wouldn't from time to time!"

BORING!

Period 4 I had Lunch, which is just pure Heaven. I sit with most of my best friends, including a few that have kinda drifted apart from me....There was this one kid named Poo, (I know, I know) and we used to be BFF's and then he hung out with other people. Gosh, I miss him! The lunch line stretches from here to Tokyo, it is painfully long! The food is gross, for instance, today was chicken patty. It was this olive-green colour, and i almost puked. Then we get a few minutes in what the school calls "recess." It is just a few minutes outside by the bus stop. It's such a drastic change from elementary school! Whatever.

Oh, and as for my love life, I met this really cute...

RRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!

Oh! Time for 5th period!

The shih-tzu and I (I think her name was....Isabelle) ran up the creaky, wooden stairs. This house was much older than i thought....

There was a body in the bathtub! The water was red with blood. The victim was a sheep, who had makeup that of a clown, and had colorful, rainbow, fur. The makeup was totally smeared and smudged. OK, so, as the mayor, I had to make an executive decision. Crap!

I asked Isabelle for a list of everyone in the town, including all of the store owners. There were about ten residents! This is a town, right? Ok, so that's ten houses. My plan is to go to every house and interview the residents with the two cops. I met them earlier, two dogs. One named Booker, and the other Copper.

Ok, so there are ten houses, and I'll assume that each store owner sleeps in their store (most likely in a separate room) There's a fashon outlet, a general store, a nightclub, a barber shop, and a shoe store. In total, there are 10 residents, and about 6 shop-owners, plus Isabelle, Booker and Copper, but I don't think they knew anything.

I called the two cops, and they got here in less then a few minutes! I was surely impressed! Of course, Mira tagged along too!

Isabelle typed a brief list of all of the residents of this town. It was incredibly useful! Isabelle said she knew nothing, as she was decorating the town bulletin board before she came here. Booker and Copper said that they were clueless as well. The nearest house belonged to Stitches.

We knocked on the door, and he opened it. He was, frankly, one messed up bear cub! He was very colorful, but he looked as if he was going to fall apart! He had multiple....well...stitches! It looked more frightening that you would think....

He poured us some apple juice, and sat down with us. Copper handed him a picture of the bloody sheep.

"OH GOD!" Stitches cried. That's Pietro!

"Who?" I asked.

"Pietro! He was so funny, always telling a joke or two. I can't believe he's dead!" Stitches cried.

Tears were literally running down his eyes, there's no way he could have done it!

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that you lost your friend, but can you answer a few questions?" Booker asked. "I'll ask you a few easy ones, and we'll leave you to do whatever it was that you were doing."

"Sounds good!" Stitches whispered, still in shock.

"Ok, so where did he like to go? Was he a heavy shopper?"

"He absolutely ADORED shoe-shopping. We would always go right before closing, so Mr. Kicks would give us a deal! He likes the general store, as well. On Saturday nights, he likes to go to the nightclub, so he can hear K.K. Slider perform!"

"Okay, and does he prefer to stay inside, or is he more social? Does he play outdoors?"

"Pietro loved to wander outside! He always loved to tell jokes, as I disclosed earlier."

I was thinking, disclosed? What is he, like a lawyer, or something? Kinda weird.

"Last question, Stitches. When did you last see Pietro?" Copper asked.

"Ok, well, we went to Kicks last night, and then we went our seperate ways, but that was at about ten-to-nine."

"Thank you so much, Stitches. Can you leave us a phone number to contact you?" Booker asked.

"Of course!" Stitches cheered, and wrote down a number.

Well, one down, a LOT more to go! No matter what, I will find out who murdered Pietro. Gosh, I wish I passed on that mayor job.

June 9th, 2013

I am writing this as I am on my way to Sunshine. My cousin Mira moved there, and I haven't seen her in so long! I took a local trolley, and I was even able to fit my suitcase. I just want a new beginning, that's all....... Anyway, I hope I can find a job! Mira said that there was someone hiring...

I'm almost here, and I befriended a passenger named Rover. He seems totally cool, and he's visiting Redditia, a new high-class town. He even gave me a town map! I was so content!

The trolley stopped, and I went to go outside..... POP!

Confetti was everywhere!

"Welcome, mayor!" a very cheerful puppy said!.

Mayor? I thought to myself.....that can't be right! I put my smartphone away, and followed her.

She let me inside a manor! It was amazi.....no. It was breathtaking. There stood a three-story house, with a golden mailbox, and a new, fancy walkway. I stepped inside. On the first floor, there was an elegant desk, with a spot for an assistant, which I assume is her.

I stepped upstairs. Oh my god! I opened my eyes to see an ocean-themed room, complete with a fish-tank built into the wall. The bed look like a sea anemonae! There was an octopus lamp, and the gem of the room, a 50" flat-screen plasma TV that look like a yellow tang!

I really wanted to look at the third floor, which I presume to be a bathroom, but I would much rather chill out and relax in my new room! What luck! I'll sure as heck be their new mayor!

"Welcome to your new house, Mayor......what was it?"

Oh, it's Lucas! Nice to meet ya!

There was a knock at the door!

There stood Mira, in a blue everyday dress. She looked good! "What's up Lucas!" We kissed, and invited her to my room.

"Wow Nicky!" This is amazing! "Hey- mind if I use your bathroom?"

Sure, Mira, go right ahead- I haven't been in it yet, but I think it's upstairs!"

She walked upstairs.....

"WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!!!!!" Mira screamed!

I joined her, and could not believe what I saw.......what is up with this town? Maybe being mayor won't be as easy as I thought!

There are no heroes.

There are no saviors.

There are none to inspire hope to the masses.

No keys to the city will be handed out to thunderous applause.

No statues will be erected to honor those who saved the city.

Calls for help will go unanswered, screams in the night will abound, blood will be shed without reciprocation.

How do I know this?

Because if there were heroes, true heroes, one would be stopping me.

I wake alone in darkness. What happened? Where am I? The torrent of questions is interrupted by a jolt of pain and the discovery of rebar piercing my abdomen right about where my liver should be. I'm dying.

What happened?

We were on location, filming the latest episode of our web series on paranormal investigation. It was myself along with my partner, our research specialist, and a tech guy.

The investigation was proving fruitless up until I asked our researcher about the first murders that had happened on site. She must not have heard me, I remember thinking. I called her name, but she didn't answer. She couldn't. Her throat had silently been cut while we joked about camera shy ghosts. Blood soaked her orange sweater.

I didn't even have time to comprehend the situation when I heard my co-star scream from upstairs. How had she made her way up there in such a short time? I blindly ran towards the stairs, but jumping to skip the first few steps was met with a fall and tumble down into the basement...

I'm questioning how I ended up at the wrong staircase while the rats squirm around me and the pool of blood becomes more noticeable. My last moments of consciousness aren't physically painful, but tormenting nonetheless. At least one of my friends is dead and I can still hear Daphne's tortured cries coming from above. This is all my fault. My only comfort is a compassionate lick from a stupid Great Dane. I never should have started Mystery Inc.

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