Cinna's Notebook
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Chapter 1 of Breaking The Fourth Wall(based off of an RP that Sun and I are doing)
It was a warm summer afternoon at Brunner High School and 15-year-old Ruby Morrison was crouching in the corner between the trash can and the black metal bench. The air smelled of students’ old, rotten lunches and sweat. Ruby shivered, glancing up at the tallboy that was standing above her. He was known as Citra Bloom.
Citra laughed in Ruby’s face, roaring, "Lunch money! Now." Ruby cringed as Citra laughed in her face, the stench of his rancid breath filling her nostrils. Citra slugged Ruby in the arm and greedily glanced at her brown paper bag that contained all the lunch money she was given. Ruby again didn’t know what to do. She gulped, terrified, but was still hesitant to do it. That money was the only money she had gotten from her mother once a month; they never had much in the first place, so Ruby didn’t get some for lunch unless her mother had worked a few hours extra at the diner the previous night.
“Now!” Citra barked. A single tear slid down Ruby’s pale cheek and fear clutched her neck tightly.
A boy about the same age as Ruby walked by. His tousled brown hair was hot from the summer heat and his sapphire blue eyes were unsure. He stood there for a minute before walking up to where Ruby and Cira were and looked Citra straight in the eyes, kicking Citra in the groin.
"Pick on someone your own size, or you’ll get a beating where the sun don’t shine," he announced, grinning. He then held a hand out to Ruby with a friendly smile on his lips. Ruby hesitantly reached out her trembling hand to grab Azure's warm hand. When she grabbed it she stood up, looking down towards Citra and then towards the boy that rescued her. “T- thank you...” she whispered quietly to him.
Azure inclined his head, nodding. "You want to, like, vamoose before he pummels the two of us?" he asked. "I'm Azure, by the way." He smiled, showing his white teeth.
Ruby nodded. “Yeah, we should go,” She said. Then she smiled shyly at Azure. “I’m Ruby.”
Azure nodded again. "That’s a pretty name," he mumbled while staring at the ground. Ruby felt her cheeks flush at Azure’s comment. Then staring at Citra, who was roaring and yelling and cursing behind them, Azure said, "He would make a fantastic Minotaur." Then bolted, Ruby trailing just behind him.
Citra suddenly coughed, finding himself in a Dumpster. Roaring and yelling, he swore again and cried, "I'll be back!"
Azure grinned mid-run, his blue eyes gleaming. "And that’s exactly how you defeat a bully. Trap them in a Dumpster."
Ruby smiled and chuckled slightly. “That was smart.”
The two continued to run for another block until they both assumed that they were safe. Ruby turned to Azure and stared into his blue eyes. “I know that I’ve said this before, but thanks. That’s been going on for years now.” She said, gesturing back in the direction they came from.
"Really?" Azure raised an eyebrow. "In that case, I think he’s a man of his word and he’ll return." He frowned. "That’s not good," he said, hearing Citra’s thump-thump steps close by.
Ruby’s brown eyes widened slightly. She heard Citra’s footsteps drawing nearer, and that caused her heart to race.
Azure's pulse quickened until his heart was pounding in his chest. Citra screamed and shouted, but Azure and Ruby were quicker than him. The dark-haired boy led Ruby to his home. It took them a while, but they got there. "We can lay low here," he whispered.
Ruby smiled. “Ok,” she said in reply. Ruby brushed a loose strand of her pale pink hair out of her face. “What should we do in the meantime?” She asked.
Azure shrugged. "I have a cat." He gestured toward his ringtail cat who was awkwardly perched on a piano. "She's usually not very friendly to strangers," he said as Sandtone leapt onto Ruby’s shoulder and nuzzled her.
Ruby grinned. She loved cats. As Sandstone nuzzled her, she scratched behind her ears and gave her lots of love. “Aw, she’s so sweet.” Ruby commented as she pet the cat.
"Not really. She’s been better with the laundry." He glanced at the laundry basket forebodingly, as if Sandstone were about to rip it to shreds.
“Oof.” Said Ruby, still petting Sandstone. “So,” Ruby began, trying to make some sort of conversation. “H- how do you deal so well with bullies? I’ve never been able to understand how people did that.”
Azure shrugged. "I don’t. Just get away from him, and I figure you’ll be all right. He’s… not the ideal Dumpster diver, but I can make it work."
Ruby nodded in understanding. “Ok,” she said.
Sandstone squirmed slightly and licked Ruby’s neck. Azure’s head swiveled toward her. "I’ve never seen Sandstone lick anyone," he observed. "I think she really likes you, actually. Better than the laundry, at least." He chuckled.
That made Ruby smile and chuckle. “I haven’t seen a cat in so long... I missed it.” She said.
"I gather you’re a cat-lover," Azure mumbled, looking away. Sandstone leapt back onto the piano nimbly, careful not to hurt Ruby. Azure’s eyes followed her every movement until she landed on her target with a soft thud.
Ruby smiled. “Yeah, I am.”
They sat there and talked for another few hours, getting lost in various topics and getting to know each other better. For a short while, it would seem like they had known each other for their entire lives. -
OH OH OH I've been writing this book with my friend. It's called SHIFT. This is the prologue.
Note: I did originally write the prologue and the first three chapters on my own. My friend joined in later so this is all my work.
Meredith
The air conditioning vent had broken recently, forming a fifty-five degree-draft that sent goosebumps crawling up the arm of anyone who entered the Harper’s living room. They lived in a small apartment found in Suffern, New York, and twenty-three-year-old Steven Harper was paying off six years of medical school, so he did not have enough money to repair the vent system. He and his wife, Luna, had spent all their money on adopting a daughter.
When the young couple was placed on the waiting list for a little girl, they had to wait for twelve months until they were notified that a newborn girl was put up for adoption, as her mother did not intend to keep her. The Harpers were next on the list. They had waited so long, and the day had finally arrived.
Be back soon, be back soon. How soon is soon? Will there be heavy traffic on the roads today? There’s gonna be a large crash right in front of Luna and the baby and they’ll get stuck on the road for five hours, I know it. Or maybe there will be an unexpected alien invasion, they’ll be kidnapped, and I’ll never see them again! His thoughts raced.
A quiet knock at the door shocked him into full consciousness. Steven’s eyes widened in a mixture of joy, anticipation, and fear. What if I’m not a good father? What if my little girl doesn’t like me? His mind asked. The knock sounded again, this time a little louder. Steven shook himself out of his quickly flitting thoughts and stood up from his spot on the couch.
“Hi, sweetie!” Luna greeted as Steven opened the front door.
“Hey, Luna.” He smiled, gave his wife a gentle squeeze, and kissed her forehead. A soft whine sounded from below him. He gasped slightly, craning his neck to look at the infant girl. Her pale grey eyes were gazing out into space, an expression of serene wonder on her face. Steven could not help but beam at the sight of her. He had been waiting such a long time for this moment, and at times he thought it would never arrive. But it was coming to pass, right before his eyes. And he treasured every second of it.
“Hello, little one,” he said to her, his smile lingering. “Welcome to our family, Meredith Harper.”
It was the evening of December fifteenth when everything went downhill. Steven had just gotten home from school and was sitting on the faux leather recliner with Meredith in his lap. He was reading her the children’s book, “Blue Hat, Green Hat” as the little girl chewed on a bright green silicone cactus toy.
“Red hat, blue hat, green hat, oo-” Steven was abruptly cut off as a squeal sounded from Meredith. He glanced down at his daughter and cried out at the sight. His daughter was not there. In her place, was an infant barn owl, squirming in the mauve swaddle it was wrapped in.
“What is it? What is it? Are you guys OK?” Luna bellowed from the kitchen. She zipped to the living room where Steven was staring, dumbfounded, at the baby owl that wriggled in his lap. Luna’s green eyes widened to the size of moons. She whipped her head to look at her husband. “Steven, where is Meredith?”
Steven vigorously shook his head and shrugged.
“Steven Emmet Harper, this is no time for shrugging! Our daughter is missing!” She screeched at him.
“I don’t know where she is!” Steven shouted in response. “I was just reading to her when I looked down and saw an owl!”
“Well she couldn’t have moved, she’s a newborn!” Luna hollered. Then, in sudden panic and realization, Steven and Luna peered at the tranquil barn owl in unison. And right in front of their eyes, the bird shifted into a baby girl. Meredith. Steven whimpered. Luna shrieked. What is going on!? Steven’s mind screamed.
“Steven,” Luna started, her voice shaky but scarily calm. “Am I delusional or did our daughter just shift into an owl and back?”
Steven’s brown eyes grew even wider.
“What is she?”
Raven
Fear. Raven Sierra’s cropped black hair was blocking her vision, but she did not bother to brush it out of the way. Her blue eyes surveyed the area around her. She was crouching in a shady alleyway next to the run-down McDonald’s on Jefferson Street. She was being chased. By whom, she was not sure. But she knew exactly why they were chasing her. It was all her fault. She had been doing so well at keeping her secret hidden, but she let it slip. One time, just one time, and she knew that her entire world was about to end.
She dashed into a forest. It was peaceful here, the trout swimming happily in the clear pond, the thousands of leaves that grew from towering oak trees rustled in the calm breeze, and the blinding sun overhead caused shafts of golden light to gleam through the branches.
The teenager tried to camouflage with a herd of deer nearby. She nervously headed in the direction of the herd, and, while she was walking, Raven morphed into a doe with haste and trotted inaudibly up to the group. The deer traveled from spot to spot, leaping over fallen trees and boulders with skill.
Raven always understood why her spirit animal was a deer. She was timid and has had a sense of meekness to her for as long as she could remember. The only thing she never understood was that sometimes, she had this fierceness and drive that kept her going throughout her difficult life.
What made Raven’s life difficult? She was given up as a child, and no one ever adopted her. Since birth, she has gone from foster home to foster home with no stops. Sort of like the herd of deer she was with right now, traveling from area to area. The only thing different was that these creatures had each other; Raven had no one.
The echoes of drumming footsteps knocked Raven back into full consciousness. Her heart began to beat at a more rapid rhythm, but she calmed herself. She knew that if she acted differently from the rest of the herd, the mysterious men would know it was her. The footsteps got closer. All the deer twisted their heads to look at the humans racing in their direction. They must’ve tracked me here, Raven thought to herself. Why did I ever let my power slip?
But she was captured.
The next few days were a blur. Raven was shackled with cuffs that made her wrists burn, marched into a brilliant white helicopter that shone in the afternoon sun, and they flew for hours. She was given a simple ham sandwich and some Cheetos to sustain herself during the flight, but that was all.
Finally, they made it to their destination. A tall, burly man handed Raven a coat, but she rejected it. She was not aware that she would need it. But as she was pushed out of the helicopter, she realized her error.
She was freezing. The girl felt as if she was a fruit popsicle, as not only was her skin freezing, but her insides were as well. She almost felt like ice as a layer of frost began to settle on her skin. By the time the men took her inside the silvery dome-shaped building, she looked like an ice statue of Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer. Her nose was a bright red and her skin almost looked blue from the frost that enveloped her entire body.
It was the fourteenth year of Raven’s life, and this day she felt like dying.
Sean
Sean Mitchell never particularly liked his life. He had his pros, such as where he lived—a nice little village in the Rocky Mountains—and his grades in school—mostly A’s and B’s, but sometimes he got C’s—. But the one thing he hated was his father’s girlfriend. Sean’s entire life, his parents fought. They fought about everything. He would get scared while he was in his bed at night when he heard his parents screaming at each other.
When Sean -
Ah damn it. My post was too long. Lemme redo Sean's prologue POV real quick
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Sean
Sean Mitchell never particularly liked his life. He had his pros, such as where he lived—a nice little village in the Rocky Mountains—and his grades in school—mostly A’s and B’s, but sometimes he got C’s—. But the one thing he hated was his father’s girlfriend. Sean’s entire life, his parents fought. They fought about everything. He would get scared while he was in his bed at night when he heard his parents screaming at each other.
When Sean was twelve years old, his mother, Cora, finally left. The house was never the same after that. There was constantly an eerie silence throughout it. Sean’s little brother James used to run around the house and play with his toy airplane, laughing his head off for no reason whatsoever. Now he just sits on the old velvet couch and draws on a large, blank piece of paper in silence. When Sean glanced over his shoulder to see what his brother was drawing, he saw a messy sketch of their mother. A pang of negative emotions slammed into his heart.
Four years after Cora left, Phillipa Green came into the picture. She moved into the small town of Laurensville and met Sean’s father, Scott Mitchell, at the local market. They felt a connection instantly. They felt that they were destined to be together. Sean however disagreed.
They had been dating for two years now, and his dislike for Phillipa grew as the days went by. It’s not that she was rude or a bad person or anything, his mind said one day, it’s just that… she’s not my mother.
Sean enjoyed adventure. He loved to run in the sun until he collapsed in exhaustion and climb the tallest mountains just so he could snap a mental picture of the view. He is also a great natural leader. His leader-like and adventurous personality reminded Sean of why he could shift into a tiger.
But to Sean, understanding why he can transform into a tiger does not automatically make him like it. He hates his powers. He doesn't want to be some special person, he doesn't want to be put in a lab and be tested. He just wants to stay in the mountains and live a peaceful, adventurous life with the people he loves.
Sean dashed across the Rocky Mountains with remarkable speed, the blinding light of the sun casting a dazzling glow on his light brown hair. He was heading for the tallest mountain in the area, Mount Elbert. As he glanced up, the craggy mountain towered above him, looking daunting. But the height or steepness did not matter to Sean. He increased his speed and, after a minute or so, he extended his hand to touch the foot of the mountain. Then he began to climb. He gracefully jumped from ledge to ledge and dug his fingers firmly into the packed soil between the rigid stone.
As the boy climbed onto the peak of the mountain. He stood in the sun, the gentle breeze ruffling his messy hair. This was what freedom felt like. -
I'm so proud of this
I call it The Light Of Day
I wish that I could see your smile
Just one more time
I want to see your eyes
That sparkle in the morning light
Hold me in your warm embrace
Tell me everything's gonna be ok
Just let me feel your love
And it'll bring me the light of day
Because here I am
I'm timid and weak
Scared to show my face
Scared to make it through the week
Terrified
To testify
Of my heart that seems to be breaking
I never thought
That I'd feel this way
But now I'm lying here, sore and aching
I hide my feelings
They never show
They sit deep down
In my pit below
The pit of darkness,
Solitude,
Pain.
The pit of heartbreak
That I cannot contain
I see your face
In everything, everywhere
It hurts, but I see it
I keep finding it in every tear
Every nook
Every wall
Every winter
Every fall
I can never escape my pain,
But I can’t escape you most of all
For a moment, everything was ok
Everything was blissful
Happy
Pain
-less
But I can’t seem to make my way out of the dark
-ness
I can’t make my way out of my brain
So show your smile
Just one more time
I want to see your eyes
That sparkle in the morning light
Hold me in your warm embrace
Tell me everything's gonna be ok
Just let me feel your love
And it'll bring me the light of day... -
You never understood me
And I don’t think you ever will
You tell me that you love me
But you can’t even tell
That I’m breaking inside
That I’m slowly degrading
I always seem perfect
But really I’m faking
I try to be happy
But I always fail
My progress on it
Seems slower than a snail
It’s been getting worse
And you don’t notice at all
It’s been getting to my head
It’s been there since last fall
It’s been haunting me daily
And stalking my nights
Taking over my fears
My dreads
My frights
I feel so small
Insignificant; that’s all
I am
I’m nothing more
I can’t
Take this force
That weighs down on my shoulders
That lingers over my head
That will never leave me alone
You are loved
Don’t forget
That they love you
Don’t sweat
You are cared for
You are cherished
You are comforted
Don’t perish
Never forget
That you are loved
You are loved...
No
Stop lying to me
I’m alone
I won’t forget that
I’m useless and I know
I’m ignored
And I’ve lived with it
I’ve tried to be liked, but I don’t know...
You’ll never understand me
You might never even know
But that’s ok
You don’t have to
I can deal with this on my own
I can fight my inner demons
I can stand up to my Devil
I can tear down my self-doubt
If I just try to keep a level
Head...
...Right? -
I chose a random prompt sentence and I'm writing off of it on the fly. The sentence is the one in bold.
Suddenly, icy fingers grabbed my arm as I inched through the darkness. The cold grip on my skin caused a scream to bleed out of my raw throat. My mouth was as dry as cotton from having digested no liquids for over 24 hours. Quiet sobs echoed around the room as the mysterious being mercilessly threw me into a frigid, dark stall. Where am I?
Screams sounded from a distance. Different voices; hundreds of them. They sounded as if they were being... tortured?
Then, suddenly, another set of icy fingers gripped onto my arms. Long nails dug into my skin with such harshness that I bled. I wanted to scream, but my voice had ceased. I had no reason to even make a noise anymore.
I was brought to a dimly-lit room about the size of my old living room back home. Except it seemed larger, as there was no furniture to decorate the empty space. I was forcefully thrown down onto the floor with my hands tied around my back with frigid, metal cuffs that rubbed against my wrists and irritated my skin. Needles were injected into my temples. ...What are they gonna do to me?
Pain exploded into my head. It was so sudden. So sharp. So excruciating. This time I did scream. The blood-curdling shriek forced its way out of my throat and it echoed harshly around the room.
"Tell us where it is! Or we'll continue." A voice sounded from the darkness nearby.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" I called back helplessly. I honestly didn't. A dark chuckle erupted from the man's voice and he clicked a button. The pain flooding into me again, but this time it traveled painfully through my entire being. -
Renee x Aiden Small One-Shot Scene(idk hour accurate this is for the character’s personalities but whatever lol)
Renee’s face was so close to his. She could feel Aiden’s hot breath on her face. Her usually pale cheeks were tinted red and her heart was beating a million miles an hour. She gazed into Aiden’s warm brown eyes.
“I love you,” she said to him, her voice filled to the brim with softness.
“I love you too,” Aiden said in response, a gentle smile making its way into his lips.
“Prove it. Scream it to the world.”
Aiden slowly leaned over and whispered into Renee’s ear. “I love you.”
Renee pulled back soon after and her thin eyebrows creased. “Why did you whisper it in my ear?” She asked.
Aiden fixed his gaze on Renee’s door Apple green eyes and lightly held her chin in his fingers.
“Because you are my world.”
IT’S SO BOOTIFUL😭😭😭❤❤❤ -
I LOVE THIS!
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btw, you're a great writer!! :) -
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And Aw, tysm! ^^ -
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I would love to do this, but I'm honestly just not a great writer lol -
A new book I'm starting. It's called Rainbow Child.You can find it on Quotev
White. Cold. Silent. Lonely. Four words to describe my bathroom. I know it well; I spend much of my time there. It’s the only place in my house where I can truly find myself alone. I share a room with my sister, my brother is always in the living room, the dining room and kitchen(which are connected) are always occupied by my mother and golden lab, and the back room/laundry room is where my father works. Some people question my health; when I’m alone in the bathroom, it seems to others that I’m inaudibly weeping; that I’m depressed. The truth is, I’m not depressed. Or at least I don’t think I am. I might be, but just slightly. I mostly go to the bathroom to be alone.
Why am I slightly depressed, you might ask? It’s not complicated. At least I don’t think. I’m part of the rainbow, also known as the LGBTQ+ community. Recently I have established that I’m a lesbian. The problem is, I haven’t come out to my family. I’m not even sure I should. Because I don’t think my family would accept me…
Anyway, I’m in the bathroom. The distant sounds of my bustling family created a homey atmosphere as I laid my head back against the wall. My short dirty blonde hair fell down to the point where it just brushed my shoulders and my pale, icy blue eyes stared up at the popcorn-textured ceiling. I sighed.
“Camryn Hale, get out of the bathroom! You’re going to be late for school!” A loud, female voice called out from somewhere distant. The kitchen is where I assumed she was calling from, when analyzing the distance of her voice. It was my mother. I looked down in disappointment. I had hoped that when hiding away, she wouldn’t notice that I hadn’t left for school. But now that I realize it, I do that every morning. She knew where I was and she knew to shout out to me.
I inched my hand over to where my iPhone sat and lazily flipped it over to face up. My simple ombre blue wallpaper stared up at me along with the numbers 7:42am. s---. I had to leave in under ten minutes or I was going to be late for my algebra exams.
“Ugh,” I muttered as I stood up and dragged myself out of the bathroom, down the dimly-lit hallway, and into my bedroom.
If there was one way to describe the room, it would be diverse. My sister Renee and I had split the bedroom into two separate halves a few years back. Her side of the room had minimalistic yellow wallpaper and white and purple accents. You could probably find at least one flower everywhere you look on her side. For my half there was a plain white wallpaper with hundreds of polaroid photos plastering the walls. My bed comforter was navy blue. My side of the bedroom is always generally messy, even though I try my best to be a tidy person.
“You were sitting in the bathroom again, weren’t you?” Renee asked lazily from her bed as her striking green gaze focused intently on the book she held above her.
I nodded. “Yeah,” I said in response. Renee chuckled and I headed to the closet to get dressed into something other than my wrinkled purple pajamas. I changed into my favorite oversized light grey sweater along with my short ripped denim shorts. I slipped on my dark red converse and brushed my thin, soft hair. I showered the night before so I didn’t have the need to do it this morning. Everything was fine until I glanced in the mirror. I felt so insecure every time I saw myself. My family had always told me that I was beautiful, but of course they should. They’re my family. I forced myself to smile, but that caused me to cringe. I looked cringey no matter what I did. I never thought that I looked terrible, I just told myself that my looks were average.
I don’t want to be average. I want to be beautiful. I want people to like me.
“CAMRYN! GET YOUR ASS DOWN TO THE BUS STOP RIGHT NOW, YOU HAVE TESTS TODAY!” My mother bellowed. Renee raised her eyebrows smugly at me from across the room as if to say, “you knew this would happen.” I sighed yet again and plucked my black and white backpack from the command hook on my wall and walked calmly out of my room and into the kitchen.
“And take an apple with you; you need to eat.” Mother said, tossing me a granny smith. I caught it with ease and nibbled at it delicately. I wasn’t too hungry; I never really ate breakfast anymore since I spent most of my morning sitting in the bathroom until my mother made me get ready for school.
“Now shoo. Do well, sweetie. I love you,” mother said, giving me a soft kiss on the forehead and gently nudging me towards the door.
The outside air was warm- probably around 70 degrees. My neighborhood, located in Jacksonville, Florida, was pretty chill and quiet, much to my liking. I walked peacefully down the charcoal grey concrete streets and made it to the bus stop where my school bus would soon arrive.
“Cam!” A voice exclaimed from behind me. I smiled. It was my best friend, Hazel Rivers. Her long, dark brown hair cascaded down her back and her deep blue eyes glittered with glee. She grinned at me. “Good morning,” she said as she rooted herself beside me.
“G’morning Haze, how are you?” I greeted her.
“I’m doing great, thanks for asking. How are you this fine morning?”
“I guess I’m doing ok like always. And I’m dreading the algebra exams today.”
“Oh, those aren’t too bad. Think of the bright side; once you complete these exams, since these are the last ones, we’ll be done with the school year and after this summer, we'll be seniors! We get to rule the school, isn’t that awesome?”
I chuckled lightly. “Haze, your enthusiasm is absolutely adorable, but I don’t think we’ll be the kind of seniors to ‘rule the school.’ I’m a socially awkward potato and you’re a precious little optimistic bean. The seniors that are going to be ruling out high school are the ones that are beautiful, rich, and popular.” I said to her, a sure expression on my face. Hazel sighed dramatically and leaned onto me.
“Stop being such a downer; I told you to look on the bright side!”
“I’ll try. But we gotta get on the bus right now or we’re gonna get left behind,” I said as I grabbed her delicate hand and made a dash for the canary yellow school bus. We got inside and made our way to the back of the bus. I sat down and Hazel sat down beside me. I cringed. The bus smelled the way it usually did; of old socks, sweat, and mold. The ear-splitting amount of noise coming from the hundreds of ongoing conversations throughout the bus traveled through my ears and hit my nerves, causing a headache to unfortunately erupt in my head. Moaning, I placed my hands over my ears and closed my eyes, hoping for the pain to subside. Hazel saw this and grew slightly red with anger. She bolted upright and gared at everyone sitting on the bus.
“Hey! All of you need to either quiet your voices or shut the frick up, because you’re giving my friend a headache!” She shouted angrily at the top of her lungs. I glanced up at the girl in surprise. I’ve never seen her yell before unless it was of joy.
The entire bus turned dead silent at Hazel’s shout; they all knew her as the bubbly girl too. Hazel smiled angelically and quietly sat back down, once more staring out the dirty window with a smile.
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Hazel and I had just finished taking the test along with the rest of our class and now everyone was waiting just outside of the classroom for their results. I was sitting silently next to Hazel on the brilliant yet dusty white flooring, our backs against the olive green wall.
Our algebra teacher, Mr. Mazzara stepped out of the classroom and pinned a paper onto the corkboard by the door. Everyone rushed to see their results, but I hung back so that I didn’t get smushed in the b -
Ah damn it
I should've expected this.
One sec
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