The general

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Prologue

BOOM. “What is the meaning of this?” I jerked awake, automatically tugging the bed covers towards myself, trying to block out the world. Squinting at the fuming figure in front of my bed, I gaped at him.

“What’s the meaning of this? I should be saying, “What’s the meaning of this!”” I snapped back at him. “Why on earth are you storming into my room and yelling at me for no rhyme or rea—”

“Lower down the volume.” A new voice beside me groaned.

“Holy crap!” I jumped, falling sideways out of my bed. Head spinning, my memory came back to me. “Oh its just Tim.”

“Just Tim?” Two voices accused me simultaneously. 

I groaned. This was going to be a long day. 

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