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"Aaron, come on. You need to get up!" There was a tug on his sheets. Opening an eye he looked up at the small brown haired girl standing there. "What time is it?" he asked. "6:48." "Shit!" he breathed as he threw the sheet off on him. He jumped out of bed and went to his dresser and grabbed a clean shirt and pants. Throwing them on, he ran a hands through his shoulder length black hair. He grinned a little when he thought about his dad's reaction when he had first seen the new color, not to mention the red streak that went over his left eye. But as Aaron looked in the mirror, his eyes lingered on a small scar on the side of his neck, a rem...