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After finding out that the short story competition's max amount was 500 words, I was screwed over by the Identity Theft story.  How is anyone gonna shorten that?  So I wrote about a friend.  Going to by milk.  Yeah. Not A Story, But A Paragraph A really short story by me. "Devin Warner was just like your normal, everyday teen.  He excelled in sports, did well in academics, and hated math equations with a passion.  He was praised by his teachers, worshipped by his peers, and he even got along with his parents.   But even with all of his humanly impossible perfection, Devin had a secret.  All the attention given to him pleased him.  In fac

Identity Theft "Identity is theft of the self." ~Estee Martin Devin Warner was just like your normal, everyday teen.  He excelled in sports, did well in academics, and hated math equations with a passion.  He was praised by his teachers, worshipped by his peers, and he even got along with his parents.   But even with all of his humanly impossible perfection, Devin had a secret.  All the attention given to him pleased him.  In fact, he almost thrived upon it.  The very thought of being within the holy rays of attention lavished upon him by his peers motivated him.  And that is what Devin strived for. However, some attention was not needed.

I just realized another advantage of this.  I can post a wall of text for safekeeping!  For example, if I delete something accidentally, I can get it from here!  And the best part is no one will take it because no one ever goes to look at my account!  INGENUOUS! "Hey Ryan!  Wanna go sailing with me?"  Ryan shook his head, jet black hair reflecting the hot summer sun. "Can't Jordan.  I really need to go find myself a suitable bathing suit before I dare go near that water.  Salt water is bad for your complexion, mang." "That's ridiculous.  You need more of a tan, anyways."  Ignoring the Asian's protests, Jordan Dzurko, of sixteen years, drag