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"The acoustics in this room are great," he grinned.
She groaned and tugged at the bottom of his shirt.
"It's a bathroom. It's not supposed to be an 'acoustical place.'"
He smirked and reached for her.
"So?"
Her thoughts seemed to wander late at night. She skipped from lunch to her AP US class to Him. Somehow, she always bumped into him. His possession of her mind drove her to insanity and made her want to scream.
He gripped his wand and felt the sweat drip down its tip. There was a slight vibration coming from within, as if his natural magical abilities were summoning those of the instrument in front of him. Slowly raising it, he muttered the incantation to himself. He was prepared. He was prepared. He would be prepared.
There is no such thing as almost. "Almost made it" means you fell short of the goal. "Almost got the girl" means you were rejected. Accept your faults and move on, instead of covering up with "almost."
Her face said basic (clear skin, no makeup) but her she rode the emotional roller coaster like the waves on a full moon. She was a complicated human being, but that was all part of the disguise.
It was a basic layout, barren with white spaces and uncluttered with chunks of text. We looked proudly at the perfection we had created, marking the end of an era and the beginning of a decade. A decade of being nationally acclaimed.
The keychain dropped from her hand with a clatter. Every memory of every place she'd ever been and the ability to go to all the new ones were all there in that cheap accessory. She felt for the blood dripping down her thigh from her stomach and screamed. She no longer needed the keys to go anywhere.
She had the world wrapped around her little finger. Every place she'd been and the opportunity to go to new ones was there in that jingling jangling accessory. She held it tight and couldn't let go, worried about what would happen if she did.