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Overalls are weird. It's not pants, but it's not a unitard or whatever either. The fuck is it? I dunno. It is it. I shall refer to it as 'it.'
She felt the bullet splinter into a million tiny pieces as it lodged somewhere in her ribcage. It was worth it. She would do anything for that girl, and now everyone knew it.
I watched the monitor for her to reply.
After ten minutes, my eyes started to hurt. What happened? She never took this long to answer.
He has been on several quests. He has explored the bottom of the ocean, and climbed the highest mountains. He has run through the jungle with undiscovered tribes. He has done everything possible, and much more.
He read constantly. It didn't matter what the book was about, as long as it got him out of his miserable day to day life in high school, he was content.
Her mom hated that she always had a pile of dirty clothes on the floor, no matter how often she did laundry, but what her mom didn't notice was that she also had a pile of textbooks, notebooks filled with her poetry and sketches, and, tucked safely under her dirty clothes and wrapped in a blood stained wash cloth, utility blades.
He sprinted for home base as fast as he could. He couldn't feel anything, not besides the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He couldn't feel the pain anymore, finally. His head was clear and focused as he slid into home, but then the panic started.
He knew as soon as he heard that stomach turning sound that it would haunt him for the rest of his life; the dull crunch as the pitcher's arm got caught between his spiked cleats and the base.
"SHIT!" she yelled as she slammed down on the backspace button. "Well, looks like I just made a new enemy. He wasn't supposed to find out like this."
When you think about it, the idea of romance is incredibly strange. Then again, maybe it's just me.
Romance is basically planning things out in such a way as to impress someone, and get them to feel the same as you.
To me, it seems like it should come naturally. If it doesn't come naturally, then it simply isn't right.
She turned the key in the ignition, and listened as the engine groaned and snarled back at her. When she knew for a fact that it wasn't going to start until she got out and fixed it, she let herself sink deeper into the car's driver seat.
She could feel herself shaking. What just happened? She had no idea. All she knew was that it hurt, and now her car wouldn't start.
A month later, she would come to find out that she had sat back and cried in her car, right there, in front of her ex-lover's house, for more than an hour.
"Look at this beautiful insect!"
She couldn't hold back the shivers from running down her spine as her science teacher brought the still jumping grasshopper towards her.
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