Sarah's Finale

The computer screen glares at me. I disconnect it and the green spark fades from my eyes. Emerald wasn't my friend. Those people in that chatroom have extinguished that hope. And all I could insert into the barrage of their chat were my concerns about my headache and my homework. I pick up my computer and throw it out of the window. I stay by the window, my eyes lowered to avoid the unrelenting blaze of the bright yellow sun, looking into the empty sky.

Eventually the shattered body of an old man joins the computer on the tarmac. I hear Overlord, Oscar, K, Mia, and Helen congratulating each other in a state of crazed jubilation above me.

So I missed out on that as well.

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