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It was just out of reach.
Her fingers strained, stretching to their fullest length. Only an inch a way, less, even.
"Come on," she muttered, desperate to reach it.
She was almost there, yet not close enough.
Kicking out, she growled angrily and tried once again. Yet, it stayed persistently out of her grasp.
"This is your final try," he warned.
"I got it. I'm ready," she replied, stretching her legs out.
"Very good," he replied, then nodded to her and walked away.
The buzzer rang and she walked to the starting line. Looking to the side, she found herself looking in to the eyes of her arch nemesis from the other school.
She smirked and the gun went off.
Wow, I have no idea what to write....specific, specific.
Don't be vague, be specific.
It rhymes with Pacific, and prolific.
"Don't eat that!"
She looked up at her best friend, who had dramatically reached out a hand and was rushing toward her.
"Why not? It's just chocolate,"
"No. It's not just chocolate. It's fake imitation chocolate. The cheap stuff. You simply can't eat it," her friend insisted.
She rolled her eyes and despite her friend's horrified look, popped the small piece of chocolate in her mouth and chewed, enjoying the sweetness of it.
"What's that?" he asked her.
The shy girl looked down at her backpack.
"Just a keychain," she replied, picking at a thread on her backpack.
"It's cool. Where'd you get it?"
"When my parents went to London they bought it for me, since I couldn't go," she replied.
"I like it,"
The girl looked up at him with a slight smile on her face and he smiled back easily.
"Be strong, sweetheart," he murmured to his daughter.
"I don't want to be strong! She's gone, forever!" she cried out in reply, tears streaming down her face. She didn't bother to wipe them away.
Her father wrapped and arm around the girl, but as he peered over her shoulder at his wife's grave he couldn't help but shed a tear himself.
"Of all the jobs in the world, I never thought I'd be a waitress," she muttered under her breath as she tied on her apron. "Mama would kill me at the very thought of my waiting tables. College was also the next important step after high school to her, but here I am."
"Hey, get out here! Now!" her boss yelled.
"And having a man boss me around. Definitely not what she wanted,"
The girl sat on the bench, swinging her legs idly as she stared up at the large sign that was before her.
"Mama?"
"Hmm?"
"What does that say?"
Her mother looked up at the sign as well. "It's the bus sign, honey. It tells us where we're going to go,"
"And where are we going, Mama?" the girl asked.
The mother hesitated, looking up at the sign. "I'm not sure yet. Just away, for now,"
I used to try and do card tricks, like magic, all the time, but I was never good to perform them in front of someone. I like playing cards though, mostly solitaire. A while ago, a year or so, I came up with this idea to try and win every single Freecell card game. I'm not even close to finishing, though I win at least ten games a day. At my calculations, it will take longer than I have to live, probably, to finish all of them at the rate I'm going. All well, I can still try, can't I?
Light flying
Up into the air
A single flare
Sent into the clouds
A plane above
An island below
Stranded sailors
Yelling and signaling
Rescue so close
But yet, so far
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