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'Do you get Deja Vu...?'

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Bags above their heads, coats and shoulders all hurting and fingertips burning. With quivering jaws and lips, Cassandra along with her best friend and professor make their run towards her house for the night. Hailstorm have really become destructive in the future.

Around the alley turn, Cassandra sees another person entering her house. His black leather jacket was above his head and a silly grin on his face whilst he entered the fence first.

He held the fence open for his sister and two other visitors.

"Welcome! Welcome aboard!" He says in a hurry, hail hurting his shoulders all the more.

"There goes another ruined jacket." He sighs, making Cassandra roll her eyes.

"You have the keys?" She asks the young male who checks under the small white pot. "Nope. I never carry the keys with me. Might lose 'em." He says, making her roll her eyes again.

"So, that's your brother Cassandra?" Asks Professor Zayn, dusting his trench coat shoulders off the melted pieces of hail.

"Yes
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