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"GO!" bellowed Mr. Chase, pointing to the door with one thick finger. Teriffied, I scrambled to my feet and hurried to the door.
"I- I'm sorry Sir," I stammered, "when would you like me to-"
"I SAID GO!" He bellowed again, louder than before. I jumped and flung open, sprang out of hte clasroom and slammed it behind me. I was shaking. I'd never been yelled at by a teacher before.
I didn't deserve this fate. I had done nothing; nothing but rescue an innocent woman from a fire. And they accuse me of witchcraft. Witchcraft I say! Just because I mannaged to escape a burning house unharmed?! And now I shall be burned at the stake. I am sure though, that these flames shall burn me; shall melt my skin away and turn my bones to ash. I do not deserve this.
In the center of the table stood a golden candelabra. Twelve candles stood within it. Eleven of them had been extinguished. Anna gasped- their time had almost run out. As she watched, the last candle flickered.
"No!" she cried under her breath, taking a step towards the candle as though she would be able to keep it alight. The cnadle went out and a wisp of smoke rose into the air. In the distance, Anna heared a scream and she sank to her knees clamping her hands over her ears to block out the sounds of her friends last cries for help.
She had failed.
"Six laps, go!" yelled the instructor. My legs ached- we'd already run five this morning! With a groan I started off around the track again.
"Pick up the pace there Ms. Stevenson! I said RUN!" Glancing back over my shoulder I saw him bellowing at me, spitt flying from his mouth as his nostrils flared. He bared his teeth at me and I sped up to catch up with James who was joggin in front of me. He yelled back after me: "And if you don't finish in ten minutes you'll be doing push-ups all of lunch with me supervising!"
If there's one thing I'd learned from this gruelling training it was that you should never mess with Sir. Blasberg.
I was slumping and decided to sit on the couch. I was watching TV, pressing the buttons on the remote.
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The waterfall surged over the cliff, the clear, blue, frothing water glistening in the sunlight.
"I. Will. Never. Remember. This." I groan as I hunch over the countless sheets of paper on my desk trying to memorize endless biological terms and their meanings. I'm litterally tearing my hear out as I sit in the semi-darkness at eleven o'clock, not going to bed because I know I have a test the next day and I can't afford to fail this one too. Oh why do we have to learn this rubbish; it's not like I'll ever need to know what a mylin sheath is!? I sigh and return to my vocabulary lists but the words swim in front of my eyes becoming even more confusing than they already were. I let my head fall on to my desk and fall asleep, I've had enough of studying.