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One Last Kiss

I open the doors and walk into school, I go to my locker and scan the room. As I'm looking around I see that Jonathan has a locker across the hall from me, and Sierra's is right beside me. "HEY P.DAVIS!" she says screaming from across the room. "S.JAMES!" I say yelling back. Then, all of a sudden I feel this sharp pain in my chest and faint!
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One Last Kiss

I open the doors and walk into school, I go to my locker and scan the room. As I'm looking around I see that Jonathan has a locker across the hall from me, and Sierra's is right beside me. "HEY P.DAVIS!" she says screaming from across the room. "S.JAMES!" I say yelling back. Then, all of a sudden I feel this sharp pain in my chest and faint!
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Dangerous Words

Tanner Doherty is dead. My best friend is fucking dead. No one knows exactly what the hell happened but Tanner Stephen Doherty got his fucking throat slit behind the local diner. Knowing him, he probably fucked with the wrong person. Fucking dumbass.
“Excuse me, Miss?” A voice says behind me. I turn my head slightly to see a news reporter standing way too close to me, cameras at the ready. “Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?”
“Sure, I guess.” I said nonchalantly. The reporter smiled and instructed the camera man to turn on the camera. Facing the camera, the baby faced reporter began to speak.
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Out the Window

It was a man with deep tanned skin. He seemed to have forgotten his shirt somewhere, because he was only wearing partly ripped jeans. His veins were pulsating on his sweaty muscles. He was sweaty because he was digging a hole in the ground with a shovel. The shovel was a standard costco shovel (9.99€).

As i sat there, stearing at this man and his aggressive digging motion, i felt a strange sensation in my tummy. What if this man was the answer to all my problems? What if this man was the missing piece that could push and pull her into place, until she could emerge as the person she always thought she COULD be? There was only one way to find out. She had to go out from her prison of a home. Step out from her comfort zone and talk with this stranger. She had to conquer her own fears. She also wanted to find out where this man had left his shirt.
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