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a field, a large field of corn, he was lost between the rows, not knowing where to turn or when to go back. there was a loud buzzing noise, then he woke up. slamming his hand down on the snooze button on his alarm clock. marco had woken up in a cold sweat, hopping in the shower he"d contemplated why exactly he watched children of the corn last night at around three. as he got out of the shower he checked the time, great another half an hour until he had to be out the door.

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when they neared the front of the school, his brother ran off to find his friends. marco walked up the front steps, heading straight to his locker, putting his things up. after pulling his sleeves down and grabbing his notebook. he"d gotten to class and minute or two early, sitting down at his desk, he put his head down and waited for the class to start.