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Previous parts here: Part 5 Marcie Duncan didn’t live too far from Ben. Everyone at our school knew the place - it was a palace. Her dad owned half the town and wasn't shy about reminding us. And Marcie, well, she always behaved like the worst kind of princess; brattish, entitled, superior. But there was something else in her too, a curious hardness and undeniable bravery. As I walked I thought hard. She was a far more terrifying prospect than Ben and Nick. Though they’d beaten and humiliated me countless times, they were predictable and kind of dumb. Marcie Duncan was a tiger. There were men milliing about outside her house, none of them good looking enough to be ASEC cases. Trying to project confidence, I walked up to the door and knocked. It was opened by Morgan Leaming, one of Marcie's closest friends. "Ew, gross. What do you want, Jordan?" I was used to my classmates talking to me this way, but this was probably the first time Morgan had ever addressed me directl...

Part 1 Five weeks into the ASEC crisis, and the world was at breaking point. Our town had businesses simply abandoned, police and fire services almost entirely gone. We untransformed were just trying to live like we did before, albeit with the constant threat of the signal. No television, smartphones, internet. I was still going to school every day, and despite everything I was just as miserable as I'd ever been. There weren't enough teachers anymore, and many children were absent, either being kept at home by protective parents or not having attendance enforced by transformed parents. I was just eighteen, underdeveloped, nerdy, and bullied. The fear of ASEC hadn't given my tormentors any less of a reason to mock me, just a new angle. Whereas before I was a called weed, or gay, I now got asked why ASEC only turned me halfway into a little girl. I still got beat up. ASEC didn't affect kids, but plenty of my year group weren't kids anymore. I still felt like one... I ...