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She shouldn't have gone behind my back and tried to sneak them food anyway, so it was her own fault.

My parents cut my meals down by half.

The doctor told them to never give me fast food because of how ill it was making me, but they said that was too extreme and only let me eat McDonald's three times a day instead

With no new volunteers willing to defend the mining colony against the constant native attacks, they had no choice.

"I knew I should have buried him deeper," his mom thought as she grabbed her shovel and went out into the garden.

But it was too late; the bugs had already gone in too deep.

At least that way I knew that no one else would get hurt when he brought it to school the next day and the cops shot him down.

It's just a pity that it wasn't my son who died instead.

It was either that or the prison doctor was going to send her to live with her father.

His truck drifted to the wrong side of the road and hit a school bus, killing everyone on board because I put a sedative in his coffee.

"I'm sorry, honey," her mother replied as she staggered in the door with a needle hanging out of her arm, "but we had to pay our debt somehow."

And all the horrible things that he would do to humanity when he finally crawled out of the pit.

But it was only when the kidnapper smiled and pointed towards the key pad before he died that I realized he was the only one who knew the combination to get out.

That was the first time that they had ever done anything nice for him, so he should have known that they were up to something.

"Because he won't listen to me when I try to tell him no," her mom replied as their cell door opened and Michael walked in.

I could have sworn that I just dreamt of killing that one.

That's what his parents kept telling him anyway, but deep down he knew that he jumped.

But I will make it up to them when I get out of the prison where they sent me.

Then the night before my birthday he untied the boat while I was sleeping, so it drifted out to sea, and then dragged me from my bed to tell me to jump out.

He survived for a few months feeding on berries before the winter came and he ran out of food.

At least that's what my parents said; everyone else said that he jumped.