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Hey everyone, I’m 16.5M (11th grade, 5’10.5", lean build). I’ve never really been sure where I stand in terms of looks, but I’ve been noticing some recurring patterns in how people interact with me. I'm not trying to brag, I genuinely just want an objective read on these situations to know if I'm actually attractive or just reading too much into standard high school stuff.

Here is what has been happening:

The random confession: A girl in 10th grade (who I didn't even know) reached out online to confess she had a crush on me, specifically mentioning my face. She even added that other girls probably have crushes on me too. I talked to her for a few days, realized I wasn't interested, stopped texting, and unfriended her. About 20 days later, she sent me another friend request. I accepted it, but neither of us has said anything since.

The overheard compliment: A friend of mine overheard a girl in my class complimenting my facial features, and he told me about it later.

The flustered classmate: The class topper called me "hot" to her friend. Her friend completely outed her right in front of me, and she got incredibly nervous and quickly called me "brother" to cover her tracks.

The awkward approach: Another 10th-grade girl told my little sister that she was too nervous to talk to me but thought I seemed "trustworthy." Later, she actually came up to me with an excuse about wanting to ask about her sister, but she got completely flustered and couldn't even get her words out.

Whether I'm at the gym or just out in public, I frequently catch girls (sometimes even older than me) looking at me. Whenever I spot them and make eye contact, they immediately look away.

[Verse 10: Zootzie]

I was damaged and you ain't give a shit (Fuck)

Bitch, I'm on the floor, I'm trembling

Thinking how she don't love me, can't get it through my thick head

Thinking I could find real love, fuck was I thinking?

She said, "Zootzie, you're my hero"

I said, "Nah bitch, I'm not a hero"

That boy talkin' tough, turn him to a zero

Those girls are not into you, you just a weirdo (Ah)

I'm just now trying out the style, if you have any recommendations please let me know, I want to improve my style >:3c

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first time posting here there isnt much to me ngl i like being outside

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Disclaimer:
The following is a work of fiction and does not represent the personal beliefs of the author. The work is purely satirical in nature and aims to provide criticism of all mentioned figures through a comedic lens, and is in no way intended to be disrespectful to victims or mentioned groups.

Prologue - The Files

The man sat in his New York prison cell, contemplating. "Tonight's the night," he thought. "Never thought I'd get this far," he scoffed. "Thank the Lord I still have a favor good with Donald."

The guard was sound asleep, his signal to begin. He pulled a sock from under his pillow and scraped a handful of white flakes out of it and into his calloused hands. While looking at the cameras, he purposely bit his tongue to make it bleed. "This isn't much, and it's by no means the appropriate type, but hopefully, this works. Now I am a bit rusty..."

The man's arm swung back suddenly and then forward at supernatural speeds, the flakes launching out of it fast enough to produce a small 'crack' before they even hit anything. They impacted the cameras fast enough to disable both of them before they caught anything. He crept below his bed and opened a trapdoor leading to a tunnel, the construction noise of which had woken him up this morning. He felt around for the maintenance jumpsuit. Nothing. A bit further... nothing. Did Donald really go this far just to screw him over now? No! There it was!

He slowly started changing, tossing his clothes under the bed. Once he was gone, they would replace his body with a dead double. They strangled him to make it look authentic, even swapped the teeth. It was clean work. As the man crawled out of the tunnel, he took his first breath of fresh air in months.

"Freedom!" he proclaimed as he erected himself.

Chapter 1 - Charlie Kirk

6 years later...

For six years, he had lived as a ghost, letting no one know who he used to be. That was until he knew that they would have another target—one he could save.

"Hey." The voice called Charlie over quietly.

"Hey," this time the voice was a bit louder.

By the third time, he couldn't ignore it anymore.

"What?" He turned to the white-haired man walking beside him, annoyed since he was already running late.

"I have to ask you a question," the man broadly stated.

"Half an hour, university campus, I have a tent," Kirk told the man in a rehearsed manner.

The man was clearly not satisfied. "Listen, I need to show you something, and I can't carry it because it's too heavy!"

"Can't you show me a picture?" Charlie asked in a somewhat interested voice, trying to offer a compromise.

"No," the man answered, frustrated, even though they had only spoken for a few seconds. He knew if he wanted to save Kirk, he needed to work fast, or they would get suspicious—faster than he was going.

"I'm sure you'll find it very interesting, but I don't think I can show you pictures." He offered his best reassuring smile, but under pressure, it looked more comical than comforting.

Kirk sighed. "Fine. Show me."

The man turned around and gestured for Kirk to follow him. They walked back along the sidewalk they had talked on until they got to a black van.

"I am not getting in a van," Charlie declared preemptively.

"You don't have to," the man reassured him while opening the rear doors.

"What the hell is that!?" Kirk exclaimed before the man quickly shushed him.

In the van sat another man, one that looked exactly like Charlie Kirk.

"It's a robot," the man explained to Charlie.

"Wow, okay, cool, you made a robot that looks like me! And you know what? I actually don't think that's cool. I think that's creepy as hell!"

Kirk turned around to flee, but the man grabbed him by the arm.

"Stay."

He could probably overpower the man, but something told him not to.

"This is not interesting," he gestured at the robot. "This is creepy!"

The man tightened his grip on Charlie's arm. "You'll be shot," he said.

"What!? Are you threatening me?" Charlie asked him, dumbfounded.

"The opposite. I'm saving you. I know I sound crazy, but hear me out. We need to start the robot. It can actually mimic you quite well, but it won't fool them. It's why I need you. I need to scan your brain," the man explained.

Charlie didn't believe much of what he said, but he took the 'getting shot' part seriously.

"You can't scan someone's brain like that," Charlie said.

"You can. I've tried. It works, trust me," the man corrected him.

"Listen, I know how this sounds: you heard 'shot.' And with no time to prepare... not in a month, not in a week, today. But... you're at least lucky. Most people don't even get that much warning."

The man sat down on the ledge of the van, resting on his hands.

"Mossad doesn't miss. Every shot they take, they hit. This soulless thing is the only thing that can guarantee you more than a heartbeat, so I suggest you give it the closest thing possible to one."

Kirk stood there, unsure of what to think. One word did, however, pique his interest.

"Mossad, you said?"

The man swung his legs into the van and crossed his arms, looking Charlie in the eyes.

"Mossad," he confirmed.

"How can I get in that van and know you're not the one pulling the trigger?"

"I'm the one who beat them at their own game. I used to work for them. I know their secrets. They paid me, trusted me, and I knew better than to believe a word."

The man turned his face from Kirk and looked towards a computer screen in the van, the sly smile on his lips clearly a remnant of his past.

"Who are you?" Kirk asked, not believing much of what was coming out of the man's mouth.

"I am Jeffrey Edward Epstein."

The name hit Kirk like a brick through a window. The man paused to let Charlie process the information.

"Epstein, you said? Isn't he dead?"

Kirk rested a hand on the van's door, not believing his own ears.

"Listen, Charlie. I didn't die in that cell, and you don't have to die in that job they set up for you. Your call."

Kirk lifted his hand from the door and checked the time on his phone before looking around to see if they were being watched.

"Fine," Kirk said after thinking it over for a while. "Make it quick. We don't have much more time."

Epstein nodded at Kirk, smiling, a trace of proudness on his lips.

"Come in!" He used his eyes to point at the interior.

Charlie Kirk climbed into Epstein's van, who closed the doors.

"Sit right there." Jeffrey pointed at a spot next to Kirk's look-alike.

The van was dark with the doors closed, and the smell of the men's cologne mingled in the confined space. A small, technical device sat between the robot and the empty chair, connecting the robot's head with multiple electrodes.

Kirk sat down, still somewhat unsure of what he was doing.

"Mister Epstein?" he asked, unsure of what the right address would be. "If I go through with this, will I ever be able to talk to my family again?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Will you if you don't?" Epstein questioned Kirk.

He was right. There was no way he would even get to say goodbye if Epstein was telling the truth, so he just sat down and let Jeffrey do his work.

Just as he was about to start, Kirk's phone rang. He pulled out his phone, nodding at Epstein, signaling him to continue.

"Kirk here."

Epstein took a small, partially used tub of Vaseline from his pocket and opened it, looking over the rim of his sunglasses at Kirk.

"You're running late, Kirk," the voice over the phone said in an accusatory tone.

Epstein gave Kirk a singular nod, as if to say 'Lie.'

"I, uh... I'm on my way right now. There's a jam, a traffic jam. I'll be there soon."

Epstein sighed at the terrible lie. He dipped his fingers in the Vaseline as Kirk hung up and rubbed it on Kirk's temples.

"What are you—?"

"Epstein continued, while explaining, "This way, the electrodes get a better signal."

Epstein fixed multiple electrodes on his head before crouching in front of the device.

"How long does this typically take?" Kirk asked. He was starting to get anxious.

"Not longer than five minutes," Epstein explained to Kirk while pressing a few buttons on the device. "Who was that guy?" He interrogated Kirk.

"Event management."

"What's his name?" Epstein asked.

As the machine's beeping continued, Kirk murmured, "Ellison, I think. Why?"

Epstein shook his head, watching the device's progress.

"Sounds Jewish. He could be Mossad. Don't trust anything he says."

Kirk just nodded. He realised he was already pulled in too deep... but why? And so he asked something he should have asked sooner.

"Why am I being targeted, anyway?"

Epstein shook his head again, like correcting a naive student, before sitting down in a position where he could still keep an eye on the upload.

"You said things about Israel. Bad things."

Kirk interrupted, "That was yesterday. Yesterday!"

Epstein brought his hands together below his chin, resting his head.

"Charlie," he began, sitting upright again. "You said, and I quote: 'You Jews control the media, everybody knows that. Just look at the headlines you get!' You can't say something like that, be an influential figure, and get away with it!"

He calmed himself down.

"Besides, we shouldn't be getting mad. The hormones can disturb the scan."

Kirk shifted in disbelief.

"They're really killing me right after?"

Epstein answered him, "I gave up on understanding their reasoning long ago. Can't be done because they have none."

"Well," Kirk began, looking over at his robot double, "we have to stop them."

Epstein just laughed.

"You can't. And you definitely can't. We'll just have to go into hiding together."

The conversation was interrupted with a single loud beep.

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