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would be there.  Every time I started feeling a little better, he would be there. 
    When school was over, I walked outside to see my chariot awaiting.  As I got in the car, I got a text.
    “Hey, where u been?”
    It was Marcus.  Anytime I felt bad he always contacted me.  It was weird.  How did he know I was having bad times?  Maybe it just was a coincidence.  I mean, it wouldn’t be crazy for it to be one: would it? 
    “Oh you know, just busy with school n stuff,” I replied.
    “Oh cool.  Do you have any free time 2night?” he asked.
    “Uh, yeah, I guess I do.  Why?” I replied.
    “I was wondering if u wanted to video chat maybe,” he said.
    This brightened my day in more ways than one.  I had been friends with Marcus for a while now, and I didn’t even know what he looked like.  I have always tried to put a face with him, but when you don’t have anything to work with, it can be rather hard. 
    “Yeah, definitely,” I replied with a smiley face.
    As I got home, I rushed upstairs.  Surprisingly nobody was home that day, and I had a bit of freedom that I normally don’t get.  As I logged online, I saw Marcus was on.
    “Hey,” I typed enthusiastically.
    “Hey, what’s up?” he typed back.
    “Nm, want to video chat now?” I replied.
    Here it was.  The time was finally here.  As I ran my fingers through my hair and fixed myself up last-minute, I got nervous.  It wasn’t the cute boy nervousness, but more so the meeting a new friend nervous.  Just as I finished fixing myself up, the request showed up on my screen.  I clicked it.
    There he was: sort of.  It was very grainy.  I was suspicious.  Why would the video be so incredibly grainy?  It was rare to see anybody without high definition anything these days.  Everybody had the latest products, and graininess went out of fashion years ago. 
    As I examined the screen closer, I could see him better.  He was cute.  His dark, brown skin was spotless.  His jaw was strong, and he had on black sunglasses.  I thought that part was weird.  Why would he be wearing sunglasses indoors in the late afternoon?  There wasn’t even a window where he was at, so there was no chance of random sunlight even getting to him.
    “You’re very pretty,” he typed.
    “Thank you!  You’re handsome,” I replied.
    As we chatted more, I started feeling better.  Here was my old friend on the screen, and I felt like I could talk to him about anything.  We chatted for an hour and a half before my father got home.
    “Oh, my family is home, I have to go!” I typed frantically right before logging off.
    As I rushed downstairs, my father was watching the news.  There was another attack, but this time it wasn’t vampires.
    “This is Terry Kerrington live at the scene.  Earlier this evening a bank in midtown was robbed.  Here with more is Deputy Tim Masterson.”
    “Yeah, we had an elaborate robbery of Midtown Bank and Trust today at approximately 4:43 p.m.”
              “What can you tell us about the suspects, Deputy Masterson?”
              “There are three suspects of androidian race.  They hacked into the server mainframe to disable the security devices and then made their move.  One with a plasma cannon on his arm blasted the vault door clean off while the others made sure no hostages escaped.  We weren’t able to get here in time to stop them.  The robbery was very much planned and very fast and efficient.”
    Androidians were rarely in the news.  They were a group of people that decades ago infused themselves with technology to evolve further.  They felt it was their duty to help accelerate the human evolutionary chain, and that technology was the way to go.  Brain implants, eye implants, mechanical parts, the whole kit and caboodle.  While they are rarely in the news or public eye, they make sure they make an entrance when they do.  They were a smart group of people.  While you can’t be born