It's seven a.m. in the morning. Birds can be heard chirping, trees swaying, and the wind gracefully dancing around the fallen leaves that once were. I can feel a sensation of warmth beginning to override my chilled spirit. My name is Phillip Romance. Right now, I am gazing upon the sun as it rises on top of the police building. Confused? Allow me to invite you into my life.

--4 months earlier--

"Phillip, get ready for school...MATT, WAKE UP!" Said my mother as she thudded down the hallway of our Californian ranch home.

My brother Matthew is younger than me by five years. Like me, he was irritated to be woken up early in the morning. Stretching my arms out, and

squinting my eyes tightly together, I let out a sleepy yawn. Fumes of pancakes and syrup allured me out of bed. I opened my bedroom door, and strolled down the hall, seeing my brothers head popping out from his door. I gave him a noogie, and shook up his hair, as I tiredly, but motivated by the syrup walked forth.

"Hah, it pays to be 6'5", armpit" I said to Matt playfully.

"MOOOOMMM" he yelped as he stuck his tongue out at me.

Both of us sat down at the morning breakfast table greeted by pancakes dressed with syrup, and accessorized with blueberries. "Hey dad, my school is

having a dance in September! Can I go?" I slipped in slyly.
My dad lifted his cup of coffee, and raised an eyebrow and said "make sure you come home by five-thirty, steel eyes. No school dance either."

My dad likes to mention my steely blue eyes, since his dad had blue eyes, too. The only features I get from my dad is his sable black hair, and his milky tan

skin. Sighing, I replied with a simple "ok." I wasn't planning on listening to his redirect about responsibilities.

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Months have passed, and it's September. From my window I could see the moon pronounced as nighttime is soon to become morning. Tonight is the school

dance. To go, or not to go I warred with myself.

In the meantime, my father was at home, laboring away. He works for a company called Geo Tech, which is a leading technology company. His office is always dusty, with dull coloring, and papers scattered everywhere. A few weeks

ago, my father was handed a disc by a fellow worker. As my father decoded it, he uncovered curious details about Geo Tech's new illegal developments.

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Two hours into the school dance, I had intents of heading home. I am not fond of loud noises, nor people with big ego's. Right on time, I caught the eight-

thirty bus. As the bus was moving, a storm thundering through clouds could be seen through the raindrops on the windows. I was thinking of excuses for coming home late, until red, blue and white flashing lights could be seen. My heart stopped. As I
began walking to my house, walks became runs, as I saw multiple police cars, and one ambulance with gleaming lights of terror.

"Oh my God. MOM, what happened?" I yelped

Struggling to respond, with tears running down her fluffy cheeks, she weightlessly lifted up her shaky arm and pointed into my fathers office. I walked up further and there was blood stains, dripping...everywhere. That moment was a blur,

except, one thing caught my eye. A CD with rainbow reflects staring at me, with a cover that read "FOR PHILLIP IN CASE OF MY DEATH", under our family photo. I swiped the disc, and put it in my pocket.

Leaning attention back to my mother, and brother, I began to finally tear up as I said, "Mom, I didn't listen to him...I..."

"In case of my death" haunted my dreams. Apprehensive, I put the CD into my laptop. Up came a file that read "GEO TECH". Illegal weapon designs for

trading, and floor plans resided on this file. Could this be why my father lost his life? Frustrated, I closed my laptop screen, as I had my hands over my mouth, and took a moment to breathe. "So this wasn't just a normal murder...the police should have known that?" I said whispering under my breath. "I will get justice for you dad, no matter what it takes." I softly said.

The next morning as I headed out to school, a big man approached with mocha skin, a shiny skull, a scar running down his left cheek, and a bulky build.

He pushed me aside a building as I was walking and said, "where is the disc?" in a stern, and nervous voice.
Scared, and tense I replied by saying, "there is no disc, I don't know what you're talking about."

The man patted me down, and scoffed. He wobbled back to a shiny limousine, and took off. I felt helpless, and inadequate. Taking down Geo Tech is

all that I can think of, being strong, and better is what I NEEDED to do.

Day and night I trained. On my first night, I infiltrated a factory listed on the CD called "9th Inning". Inside the factory was the manufacturing of a outlawed

high powered weapon. With no gun, I hid around a few crates, and could smell a strong stench of metal. It was now or never. These men were armed, and not much taller than me. But I had to keep reminding myself of something my father once said, "There never is a right time". Eating up his words, I began picking off each henchman one by one. As they tried to shoot at me, I was quicker. As they tried to pummel me, I was stronger. I never wanted to feel helpless again. I left them tied up around a pole. Let justice be served, I felt. Someone will find them...some day.

This was my first taste of justice. I worried that I might draw myself into insanity, but I remembered that if I fight for justice, and not for vengeance, I will

forever live up to my families name.

Time has passed some more, and September has become October. I have been able to compile evidence that Geo Tech, with the head man being nicknamed

ScarTissue, is corrupt. I even took down several branches, all one guy, and me. It is seven a.m. in the morning. The darkness of night has passed, and the light of morning is here. I will never stop fighting for what is right. I AM PHILLIP ROMANCE.