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  'This damn piece of shit!'

  I muttered, my voice ced with a mixture of frustration and annoyance.

  The computer screen, a moment ago a beacon of hope for my procrastinated project, had betrayed me.

  It was gging, flickering, and the cursor crawled across the screen like a snail in mosses.

  I needed to finish this project now, as tomorrow was the deadline for my schoolwork, and two weeks ter would be the opening of the new school semester. And unfortunately, or probably, fortunately for me, back to school again.

  My procrastination had reached new heights.

  I'd forgotten about this project, completely lost in the maelstrom of my mind.

  Recently, something changed inside of me… I know what and why, but I just couldn’t figure out how.

  Things were normal, as usual- hot and humid- I do things I usually do and not care much about it- thinking the world would continue the way it is.

  But a single night was all that it took for the world to change.

  And I mean huge, worldly change.

  When I wake up the next day, everything around me has changed…

  The world seemed to have been turned upside down.

  …well, nothing dangerous.

  No zombie. No Apocalypse. No Alien Invasion. No monsters coming out and started their sughter- no world war occurring. It’s just… things have changed, in some unexpected ways.

  … But that was not the problem anyway.

  My current problem is that I have forgotten to finish my homework and project.

  I received an email from my teacher yesterday reminding me of the things that I haven’t completed yet.

  So now, I am rushing to finish them.

  I knew, depending on my memories with my adviser, it was unlikely she would make a big deal out of it, but I liked having my ducks in a row.

  I preferred to be organized and prepared.

  But not all things go according to pn.

  Shriek!

  A screech of digital death.

  The screen blinked, a blue haze spreading like a virus, and then, CRASH! My computer was dead.

  I had reached its limit, pushed it too far.

  I tried everything. Rebooting, turning it off and on again – the usual tech-troubleshooting tricks. But the blue screen remained, a mocking reminder of my failure.

  I slumped back in my chair, defeated.

  My chair groaned in protest.

  The weight of my unfinished project pressed down on me.

  I had one or two pages left, but the computer, my lifeline, had abandoned me.

  Should I not just do it, probably like all the boys in my css?

  I heard Jason and Anton would not do them since they find them annoying.

  Should I not do it as well?

  No.

  I shook my head.

  I decided I would change for the better.

  So I need to do what is expected of me, at least.

  My eyes darted to the file I had saved to my external storage — my savior.

  At least I had managed to save the bulk of my work before the inevitable happened.

  The thought of losing it all sent shivers down my spine. I spent two days doing all that. So losing all of them would throw all my effort into the trash bin.

  One st, desperate attempt, I rebooted the computer. But it was futile. I knew it. This time, it was truly dead.

  The heat of the room with the aircon broken didn’t help the misfortune I was experiencing.

  To think both of them would give up on me almost at the same was killing me.

  To my irritation, I wanted to throw my PC on the floor.

  However, I managed to calm myself down, since afterward, I would be the one cleaning it up anyway. I thought it would only make my problem even worse than it was.

  I can borrow my sister’s ptop ter.

  “I’m thirsty…”

  Due to the intense heat, I felt my throat dried up.

  I was suddenly craving for a cold soda.

  So I got up and walked out of my room.

  I passed by my sister’s room.

  The door was closed, so I thought maybe she was still sleeping.

  She always sleeps in the afternoon, unless she has some pns with her friends to hang out.

  As I climbed the stairs, suddenly, the sound of water came to my ears.

  Mom?

  No, that should not be possible.

  Mom was working at the hospital- she was called because of a sudden emergency situation. It’s also the reason why I am here.

  I should have an appointment check-up in the hospital due to my head injury.

  Unfortunately, Mom was summoned to the hospital, for an emergency, apparently some bigshot was shot and was in critical condition.

  Mom wanted me to go and have a check-up, but I refused.

  I actually didn’t want to go.

  It was so hot outside, the heat was killing me. And it was just a small bump on my head, I got it when a motorcycle helmet fell on me when I was in the garage. It’s nothing serious.

  Mom was reluctant to agree, but she’s always weak to my pleas…

  So it couldn’t be mom who was in the showers.

  There’s only one person who could it be.

  Sarah Williams

  My beautiful, and beloved sister.

  I’m not being a freak, still, I could say with confidence that my sister is truly beautiful without a doubt.

  She had a curvaceous, 5’8”, athletic figure, and every part of her body was almost toned to utter perfection, trained well, and exercised.

  She was a varsity ace in basketball, soccer, and swimming teams in my school.

  An all-around, athletic monster.

  I heard her footsteps as she padded down the living room.

  I was still a few steps up on the stairs, so she didn’t see me when she passed by. And she was naked and toweling her hair dry.

  To my surprise, I could not call out to her, or move, and stay rooted up the stairs.

  What the hell is she doing?

  I frowned.

  Sarah ran the towel over her face and then lower, drying the rest of her body slowly as if she enjoyed the feel of the rough terrycloth against her soft skin.

  Sarah has fair delicate skin and a pair of supple red lips.

  She had a head of glossy bck hair like mine.

  Her thighs and calves were slender and thick in all the right pces. Her ass was like a heart-shaped double bubble of smooth and malleable feminine muscuture. And of course, her full, natural, DD-cup breasts sat firm and proud on her chest- she inherited well of that from our beautiful mother- seemly unaffected by gravity, swaying and jiggling in time with her movements.

  Yeah. She truly has an amazing body and I couldn’t help but blush with admiration taking it in.

  My sister is truly a beauty if not for her strange and ridiculous nature, that is.

  Ah, by the way, my name is Alvin Williams.

  Just your regur, normal boy.

  I'm being humble, of course.

  And this is my strange story...

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