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Despite the past few days, I had no illusions about Trevor's motives. He was in it for himself. I'd end up dead, and he wouldn't care. Until then, I'd just have to play along.
I used to think of nature as stillness. It was so peaceful, how could it be anything but still? But then I opened my eyes. And my ears, and my soul. Nature is life--the wind, the water, the creatures--everything is alive, and everything moves.
I knelt on the ground. I could feel the water soak through the knees of my jeans, but I didn't care. I dropped the seed into the ground and pushed the dirt over it. It was more like mud at the moment.
the poster's pretty much just there. It's not designed better than anything else, really. And I don't really know what it's for--maybe some movie that i've never seen. Or a band. it's just part of the clutter that I've collected in the past few years.
I pushed off of the sidewalk, landing with both feet in the puddle. The water splashed out, spraying everyone with last night's rain. I grinned and kept walking. The water had soaked through to my socks, but I was almost home anyway
I pushed the thumbtack into the wall, maybe a little too hard. The wall was chaos now, a clutter of pages that meant nothing to anyone but me. Artwork done by my friends, posters made by me, certificates, awards, any scraps I picked up along the way.
I twisted my hair into a bun and clipped it in place. I pulled the hood over my head and looked in the mirror to make sure there was no hair showing. The baggy hoodie made me look like a boy, which in this case was what I wanted.
The fire climbed up the wall, cracking and snapping as the flames leapt out towards me. I jumped backwards, knocking over the lamp behind me. The fire had spread quicker than I'd thought.
I burst through the cracked window with my shoulder. The glass shattered and I kept going, over the windowsill and over the pool. I waved my arms and kicked my legs, trying to get control of my body before I hit the water.
I looked around again. I couldn't really help it. I was in a cage. A literal, made-of-steel-bars cage. This kind of thing really only happened in the movies, right? Cartoons and all. Not in real life and certainly not to me.
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