This Friday was an awesome Friday. "Twenty monsters!" my pal, Sabrina Cypress yelled, as I parked my car, a faded kulay-rosas VW Beatle. She fixed her windswept blond hair and rubbed some dust out of her blue eyes. "I know!" I said. "We are awesome!" I pocketed my keys as we walked up to our local abandoned gas station. I held the door for Sabrina and looked around. Still quiet as usual. I skipped to the 'Authorized Personnel Only' door and typed in a passcode. The door slowly opened.
You, the reader of this wonderful story are probably wondering who I am. My name is Trina Brighte. I am twelve years...

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If you guys were wondering, I can make an illusion that makes me look 16. Pretty much awesome, right?
Anyway, I turned down a kalye sa pamamagitan ng a row of warehouses. "Which one was it again?" I muttered, thinking of the warehouse number. "Seb, check the glab box." She opened it up and instantly grabbed a loose piece of paper. "Number 8,803." She said, giving me a sarcastic look. "The third one." I said. "I used that ticket so nobody would...