You walk out of the doctor's office,not heading into the lobby just yet to see your parents.You needed time to take this all in."I mean...I'm going to die by shrinking?Only one week left....?"You mutter to yourself,walking into the bathroom,going into a stall,and nearly puked your guts out.
Your name is Allen Vaughtry,a 14-year old boy.Life's been pretty decent to you up till now,with you puking up bile,knowing that shrinking shall be your death.
After wiping the remainder off your mouth,you step out of the stall,and take a good look at your in the mirror.Your eyes seemed blood-stricken already.Your brown hair in curls,which you usually liked,was now a matted mess.It seemed this new disease was already taking a toll on you.or....was it just in your head.
After tidying up,you step out the bathroom,and begin to walk towards the lobby,ready to face your parents with the terrible truth.
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