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Nathan wished he'd brought a heavier coat. His mom had told him to bring his sweatshirt, one she had bought specifically so the fur on the inside could keep him warm, but he had waved off her worry with a, "It won't be that cold, Mom. I'll just bring my vest.". It turns out a vest provides very little warmth on a night like this, where the temperature is decreasing as the weather nears winter. Thankfully, if he did end up needing help, he had a load of people nearby. People who were smiling at him, patting his arm with a friendly hello as th...
It had been ten long years since Jason had looked upon the peeling blue paint of the shed. Ten years since he opened the creaking door and instinctively jumped the broken step, breathing in the smell of dust and age. He closed his eyes, savoring this moment. This feeling of familiarity after so long away from home. "Dang, it's been ages since we've been here!" Allie exclaimed as she slipped through the door behind Jason. "We haven't come here since..." Jason stiffened, and she trailed off, silence hanging in the air. Jason knew what she had...
Lexin couldn't remember a time when he wasn't working. From the farthest into the past he could go (Kindergarten) to present (High School), he couldn't find a time when he wasn't thinking about work. He found it hard to concentrate on having fun and 'being a kid' when he had so much to do, and so little time to do it. So, when Prom came up, he had no idea who to ask out. He never hung out with anyone, and he didn't make an effort to build that kind of intimacy with anyone he talked to in class. He had nobody, just the lonely nerd in the fron...
The Faith’s weren’t a normal family by anyone's standards. Their views on the world around them were unique, and often pushed people away from them, not that they minded. They were more concerned with things others would consider trivial. The oak tree in the backyard was dying. They were finally adopting the ‘stray’ garden snake that had been visiting the garden frequently over the past week. They were going grocery shopping to buy seeds for the birdhouse they’d built on the balcony since the babies inside would need the extra nutrients.&nbs...
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And yet again, she is pounding on my door. One of these days, she’s going to break the wood, and then she’ll have to spend more money she doesn’t have to replace it. “Devin!!” she called, interrupting my thoughts temporarily, though she could never completely remove the negativity from my mind. Here we go again, was my only thought, my eyes taking in the intense environment. My sister and mother had an argument the night before, and my dad and I had escaped. Unfortunately, it seemed we were both stuck here with no excuse to leave until...
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