The Center: Tester - Part 4

By Blackout

Here is the Center: Tester - Part 4. Using as build up into the future.
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Sands of Life

My earliest memories start at when I was about ten years old. That was awhile ago and I was far different than the person I have become. My name is Shadira and this is my story.

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I remember it was September eleventh, 2001 and we watched like all Americans did in horror at the events that happened at the world trade center in New York. I remember my mother crying her eyes out as we all watched it unfold we were on the west coast so this all happened before I had to go to school.

A common theme, drunken dare turns into something more!
Thanks go to Tiffany for checking through. So don't blame me for the mistakes :)

CHAPTER 37
Each day brought a new conflict in the form of a new confirmation. The toilets was one that almost surprised me; my subconscious was clearly telling me that if Steph had done it, so could I, but my rational part saw it as it was, a quick route to an early exit from the Job.

CHAPTER 36
That was the start of the next stage.

The Center: Tester - Part 3

By Blackout

Editor: Renee M
Thanks Renee M for editing!

After the incident of horror with Liz, Kris and I got a ride to the facility. I was ready to see this center place, already. The whole way my boobs kept bouncing up and down in the hospital gown. “I really needed a bra…..uhg to infinity”. When we finally arrived, I leaped out of the jeep as fast as possible, ready to get my grub on.

My Parents died when I was 2. I live with my 3 older sisters, and my foster mother Caitlin, and her two daughters. They don't have a dad either. I'm a happy, carefree boy. Until Today.

CHAPTER 35
The way a morning should be, apart from the fact that it was me that had to drag her arse out of bed to put the kettle on. He was still adrift when I returned with the tea, and as I prodded him awake I realised he had a slight hangover.