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Highschool 11-1511. Memory
She tilted her head back and took a deep breath before releasing it in a distressed yet content sigh. Her brain was frazzled and confused and just all around mushed with past, present, and future. Homework, friends, and family were running her ragged. The ever growing parasite of a thought that was college was eating away at her nerves and it was crashing down on her. She searched her memory hard for anything that could distract her. She often took refuge in her past when she couldn't stand her present. Her childhood was looking too boring and over used. She needed something more recent than the family reunions and deeply cherished memories she ran to so often. She wanted something that was stored in her brain to be cherished but ignored for its insignificance in comparison. She closed her eyes tight and bit the inside of her lip as she thought harder. Flashes of supressed memories ran across her vision but she kept searching for the perfect one. Something secretely meaningf
Highschool 6-106. Break
She fell forward onto her knees and screamed in pain as she fell to her side grasping her left shin and biting her lip hard as she cried out again. Tears gushed to her eyes and burst past her lashes down her cheeks. A whistle was blown hard and she could hear her team mates running towards her and she was suddenly in a whirl of green soccer jerseys and grass stained knees and socks. She was panting hard breaths mixed with painful groans as the coach and referee burst through the hovering crowd of girls.
"What happened?! What hurts?" Th girls began quickly explaining in rushed scrambled tones what they saw happen.
"My knee!" she cried hard. She screamed out as the coach made an attempt to move it.
"It's definitely broken. Do you think you can move?" She shook her head hard. "You better call an ambulance. I don't want to hance moving her. What happened?"
She opened her eyes. "Something hit my leg and it really hurt. Then I fell on it and I felt something jerk out of place," She
Day 4 Part 1He shut his locker, the clanging echoed the other slamming metal doors as kids rushed to leave school for the weekend. He shifted his backpack comfortably across his shoulders and kept his head down as he shifted through the crowd.
"Mr. Canters!" someone called through the crowd and he stopped and looked up in vague response. A kid bumped into him from behind and cursed in frustration as he shouldered around him.
"S-sorry," He muttered as he crossed the hall to his art teacher who had spotted him. "Yes, sir?" he asked softly keeping his eyes focused on the name tag he wore around his neck, settling directly beneath the unbuttoned part of his shirt.
"Canters, I wanted to have a word with you about your latest project you finished." He nodded keeping his eyes focused on the name tag. It was a good picture. His blonde hair was loosely combed back, his dull blue eyes staring out behind his glasses warmly.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked glancing up at him briefly, his cheeks tinting a
HighSchool 1-51. Introduction
They all watched the man walk back and forth on stage. His attitude was way to exuberant. The kind of over the top where you can tell he's definitely shitting you. It was the principal of the highschool they were all about to attend for the very first time. Thrusted out of middle school, from the top of the chain, straight back down to the bottom. Each one had that uncontainable excitement in them. They felt bigger, stronger, but of course only compared to the ones they left behind in middle school. Even so they'd try their best to show themselves up to the upper classmen and see who was really better. Freshman were unstoppable. Or so they really, really wanted to think. Yet along with their unstoppable enthusiasm that was propelling them so hard forward they could barely stay in their seats, there was that tinge of fear that rang in their bones. This was their time. These last four years would seem forever but go by too fast and it was their last chances to be t
100TC: 96-10096. In The Storm
The clouds rolling by in the sky thundered heavily above, cracking with delight. Their purple tint gave an extremely ominous glare as they waved so close above her head. She felt she could reach out and touch them if she wanted. She rested back on her elbows feeling the grainy texture of the roof tiles scrap her arms. She glanced down the two stories to the ground. Her trampoline was urging her to take a risk and leap onto it. She might've even done it if she hadn't known the plastic slide that belonged to the small rotting play set in her yard was tucked away beneath it. She was sure to break a bone or two if she attempted it. She might want to feel the thought of death but not actually go through with it. She looked back to the sky and leaned back completely as she watched the shapes morph and quickly move past above her head. The rain shouldn't be too far behind. She sighed heavily as she felt the wind rustle her clothes and make love to her skin. She loved storms.
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