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I strung the decorations on the Christmas tree that I bought just for my boyfriend. We had just moved house together and I had insisted that we celebrate Christmas with his family as well as Hanukkah with mine. He was re-lighting the candles from previous nights.
"I'm not going to kill someone if I re-light these, right?" he asked me, a smirk on his face.
I shook my head, "No one has to know. Besides, when you move halfway through a holiday, you have to re-do some things," I smiled.
He handed me a box that was laying beside the menorah. "Call it an early gift," he told me.
I took it, smiling and blushing. I opened the box to find a simple glass ornament with the Batman emblem on it. I laughed loudly, "Really? Batman? A little short handed, don't you think?"
He shrugged, "It's for our first holiday spent together in our new house," and he hung it on the tree for me.
(True story!)
The crew buzzed around me like a swarm of irritated bees. One woman pulled at the unruley bit of hair that hung over my eyes. A short-ish man with glasses straightened my tutu. A severe woman clapped her hands, "Go, Sarah!" she yelled. As I dashed on stage she whispered, "Without you, the show would just be called Lake."
Auxiliary. I flipped the channel until AUX was in the corner of the screen. I smiled. I grabbed my controller. Pac-man here I come.
I turned the door knob into the library. It left a smear of grime on my palm. I cringed. Welcome to the library, my mind snickered. Please wipe your hands before touching the books. We were too lazy to clean and we don't want dust on the pages.
I wrapped yet another bandage around my wrist. I knew that I had to stop. But I couldn't and I wouldn't. The rush from the blood loss was intoxicating. The way that the blade would dance across the tender skin of my arm was both beautiful and repulsive. The thought would send a shiver up my spine and my eyes would settle longingly on the knife once again. I would gouge my veins out just for that natural high.
The adviser of the meeting stood at the front of the room, gesticulating with his arms. "I'm telling you people that it won't work!"
I raised my hand, "But, sir, don't we have to TRY to know for sure?"
I crammed my paper angerly into the suggetion box. It was overflowing, so I knew that I wasn't going to get what I wanted. Stranger thing have happened though.
The wind turbine turned with the force of the storm. Gust after gust of wind spun the fan, creating energy for the small town. One lone scientist stood below with a clip board.
I adjusted the modems postion. I was losing connection, and fast. Her face was coming forward in static. "Polly, I have to go," I spoke the last words I wanted to speak to her.
I could see the shattered look in her pretty hazel eyes, "All right," her voice came, but not her face.
I hit the power button. Little did I know that "All right" were the last words I would hear from Polly for four whole years.
I put the at harness in its place. My lead dog, Teata, chuffed and pawed at the ice. The other six were standing at attention, waiting for my command. I climbed on to my sled and gripped the reins in my mitton covered hands. I took a deep breath of the frozen night air. "Hike!" I bellowed over their heads. Teata took of, chasing the North Star and the finish line.
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