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side

The side of the pool was my only hope of not drowning and I was instantly dragged away from it by Anna. I kicked about and made big splashes behind my body. then i died. k. the end. :) c:

half

Half full? Half empty? Neither. In between.

misty

The misty day was beginning to bug me. It was thick enough to be a blanket. Spread far enough to be an ocean. It's a misty day, did I already say that? I'm cooped up inside because we've been advised to stay off the roads and indoors. It's that bad. I need to go out though. I need my McDonalds - it's one of them comfort food days too...

zone

As each of my feet pounded against the hard clay floor. Blurs of white painted lines kept me in the right lane. The finishing line drawing closer and closer. My competitors vanished from my view, my heart is set - gold is mine. My mind set, in the zone, I raced across the line, claiming my medal.

banks

The soggy banks of the river let my feet sink deeper. All I had to do was reach my bag which happened to be drowning in the middle of the river. Luke was already in, he'd dived, but from the other side and a long way down the river. I could see him, he was swimming up the river. Straight for me. Like a bee darting for the pollen in a flower.

The concept of the "adventure" was to get something out of it. But our whole group got nothing. We won, and the writers went against their word. All their mangled ideas forced into a forest of which we were destined to die, but didn't.

Notes are always passed in detention, and most just fuck about without a care. The teacher doesn't even come, we stay the full hour though... It's the only time we can be together. Usually, I sit with my book in a corner, but this time, he pulled me up kissed me.

modem

The modem with all the information on, secret information was stolen. Our slight advantage of winning the war and getting out of our Dystopian city was now gone.

As the private train stopped at the next stop, Fern got out and walked a bit down the railroad, being careful on where she steps. Kane followed her, copying her exact steps. She sat down against the worn down wall, and he stood in front of her; his body towered over her like a skyscraper. He slid down the opposite side of the railroad and they exchanged a slight glance. "Do you even want to do this?" Kane asked her. "No, I'd rather sit in my cabin and let those red headed traitors help me." She replied and stood up, crossed the railroad and sat next to Kane. His arm wound around her and she settled her head on his shoulder.

As I stand at the top off the bridge, my hand darts for his. Squeezing it in supporting fashion, he pulls it forward, I go tumbling down the side of the bridge with him, my harness attached to the bungee cord which will determine my future.

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Marie wrote about miracle
“It would be a miracle if Jennifer ever got out of the rubble. Her legs were covered with sharp rocks from the walls and her back had numerous wooden plinths across it.”

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