...“Now who can tell me what 4956 x 967 equals?” two seconds went by. A pale white arm shot up at the back of the class. “Yes, Adam.” “That would be 4,392,452, I believe.” “Well, you are correct.” “Show off,” Yelled a guy named Richie as he shot a spitball at Adam’s head and it landed directly in between his eyes. The class erupted with laughter as Richie’s buddies fist bumped and joined the rest of the math class in what seemed to be an eternity of laughter to Adam. As his face blushed he sprinted out the classroom, and into the bathroom to sit in a locked stall to plot his revenge on Richie Madison and regather himself. And that is how Adam got detention for skipping most of the class. Richie also got detention for bullying and starting a class chant against Adam. “Mr. Garcia, you will be spending the rest of tonight doing extra homework, along with the rest of your nights as a 6th grade student until you get into the advanced classes, and I mean all of them.” Mrs. Garcia said with annoyance in her annoying French accent. “Glad I wasn’t born with that ugly voice.” Adam thought. “Well what are you waiting for, a kiss on the cheek? Get up to your room and study, and NOW!” Adam’s mother screamed sarcastically at him. As Adam dragged up the stairs he could feel his mother’s eyes burning into the back of his head and neck. So Adam set off to his room to finish boatloads of homework. “Finally finished.” Adam explained proudly. He looked over at the clock, 4:38. “Well better take advantage...
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...familiar lobes of loose fat? This was not the face of a 72 year-old man, and it sure as hell wasn't his body. Gerald's deep confusion was only magnified with every thought. Still, his mind struggled to make sense of everything. Straws were all he had to grasp at. Maybe I'm still having a nightmare. Gerald pinched himself. It stung, but nothing more. He pinched himself harder. He pinched until he bled a little. The reality of the situation made him more aware of his surroundings. He scanned the room. Everything looked so sterile and colorless. There was a counter with a sink to his left, and large mirror on the opposite wall. It was obviously some sort of medical room. Did I get a brain transplant? He thought it was ridiculous. Science fiction nonsense. But in his desperation, Gerald also found it relatively likely compared to any other explanation he could think of at the moment. After all, here he was, apparently alive, but in the body of another person. Well, you never know what they can do with science these days. Gerald smiled. He was actually quite pleased with this possibility. Science saved my life. His smile faded as his thoughts turned to his wife. God, I hope Laura is okay. Though he was incredibly healthy, he now felt nauseous with worry. He prayed. Gerald wasn't a very religious man. He had stopped going to church when he was young, and had never really read the Bible. But he prayed with more conviction than anything he'd ever done. He seriously considered the...
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...I was little, how was i supposed to know this would happen. My curiosity got the best of me, what can i say. Let me explain how this all went down. I went to my cousin's house which I didn’t really like going to because the house just had this bad ora, like u never knew what was coming. Walking in made you feel left out never knowing what was happening. Two top it off there were 4 boys and 2 girls constantly fighting, screaming, and running around like wild dogs. The main question or only question at that was “where are the adults?” Even though i knew the answer to that question it still came up because it was rare anyone saw them do to 2 jobs and trying to get sleep i get it. Picture a wild crazy day care with to employees to be found. Anyways...
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...Whenever I was bored, I would find myself drifting up the stairs, down the hallway, past the door to my room and the wall lined with pictures, through my parents' bedroom door and the entryway to the bathroom, taking a right, and sitting. My mother's closet, although a strange place to wander, would bring me comfort. Hiding among the clothes was like a shield against the outside world. There I could try on stilettos and pretend I was an important business woman like my mother. It was only until one day when I found something that horrified me: a brown, crinkled paper bag with a bottle of vodka hiding in it. My world was turned upside down. My stomach hurt and the clothes around me seemed to be watching my every move. Time slowed down as the realizations hit, leaving me to connect the dots between the strange events prior to this discovery. Living with an alcoholic mother was something I just grew up with. Her constant disappearances, when I did not know where she was for months on end, caused a blissful ignorance that was only burst open along with the paper bag. However, these events did not subside with my comprehension. I would run the the neighbor's house when any sense of a storm came to me, hearing my father's words through the limestone block walls of the house. Ultimately, the alcohol, the fighting, the yelling, the hiding, and the tension was what lead to my parents' divorce. After my father was out of the house, I started keeping the receipts from all the bottles...
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...The light in this room is too bright. I can barely see. True this is half from the light and half from the swollenness of my eyes. I feel a sharp pain in the back of the neck, the kind you get when you get a shot at the doctor. I figured this was due to a shot of adrenaline given to me in order to wake me up from my passed out state. The white walls surrounding me are empty of any windows. The ceiling gives me the ability to look at the horrific body I now hold. I look ahead. Six chairs filled with six bodies. I presume they are my family. The creak of the door is unbearable. As if a thousand nails were scraping an old, dull chalkboard. In she walks with her minions close behind her. The heavy clunky sound from the boots echo in my head, it aches more and more with every step. “Hello Hailey. By this time, I believe you knew you would soon see me. How are you. Well I guess that is an irrelevant question. Obviously you wouldn’t be here if you were doing well!” Mrs. Elliena followed with an innocent cuckle. I laughed along with her, in my head I mean. The fact that she used the term “well”. Her “well” meant me giving up the secrets of who showed the people the video of the truth. My “well” meant me keeping the secret and letting the truth shine. “Anyways, let’s get straight to business. You know something I don’t, but would like to know. Would you like to share that information?” “We both know the answer to that is no, so why ask? Why bring me here? Nothing will make me betray the...
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...The cool evening breeze fluttered by, whipping the fire around again. Sparks swirled as the breeze passed by, and then came to rest of the cracking, orange logs that burnt slowly. Nick shoved them a little closer together with a stick, and then leaned back onto the log he sat on. Once the breeze past, the warm evening weather returned. The sky was still light enough to show the major detail of the forest beyond the clearing. Bugs swarmed through the air, buzzing angrily at Nick’s swatting hands. The night was peaceful despite the bugs, and had lots to offer. It sure beat spending another night boxed in inside his camper trailer, for Nick. “The tents are ready to go,” Danny said, taking a seat on the log next to Nick. “Good. Are the sleeping bags all laid out?” he asked. Danny nodded. “Yep.” “Okay, that’s good. We’re doing good.” Alan emerged from the trees seconds later, carrying another load of firewood. “That’s enough for now, Alan. Thanks,” Nick said, fighting to hold back a chuckle. The guy had spent so much time hunting for firewood, it was amusing. “Okay, got it,” Alan replied before dumping the firewood to the ground. Nick took a sip from his instant coffee he’d brought along as he watched Alan’s shoulder closely. It was now properly bandaged, thanks to the First Aid kit. But, the whole thing made Nick nervous even despite it being aided. The creature that had scared him could’ve easily passed on a deadly disease, sickness, or God knows what else...
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...Alice thought she had found her footing. That nothing was going to ruin her 7th grade year. Nobody was going to make fun of her. Her dyslexia wouldn’t hold her back. She’d finally be able to stand on her own two feet again. That was how she felt before five extremely horrifying words slipped passed her dad’s lips one night. “We are moving to Quebec,” he announced. “I’ve already talked to Vanessa about it and we think this will be a good opportunity for us all. We’ll be closer to her family who live over in Ontario and you’ll get an opportunity to experience a slightly different culture,” he explained like the idea was wonderful. Alice stared at her dad. “Moving to Quebec! A place where they speak mainly French?” she thought and nearly fainted at the dinner table. Moving to Quebec meant learning a new language and Alice already had enough trouble understanding English. She felt like she was slowly slipping again, under the invisible force that held her back constantly. “When are we moving?” she asked slowly, trying to repress the urge to whine. “The end of the school year,” Vanessa answered with a sweet smile. “End of this school year?!” Alice replied her voice rising an octave. “How am I supposed to learn a new language by the end of this the school year?” “You won’t have to master the entire language by the end of the school year, but you’ll learn enough to have a jump start,” Her dad explained and passed a piece of paper to Alice. She slowly read over it and felt annoyance...
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...It all started when I was lying in bed, dreaming a sweet dream. I remember waking suddenly, but I didn’t know what it was that had awoken me. I tried checking the time, but what I quickly realized was that my arm had just flown right through my solid oak nightstand. Panicking, I glanced over, everything looked normal. But whenever I looked down at my hands, they seemed weirdly translucent. I could see everything through them. Again, I tried picking up my phone to see the time. But I could not seem to grasp hold of anything. I tried just pushing the lock button and nothing would work. My hand just went straight through. So I figured I would try walking. As I stood up, I quickly realized I had legs, but they could not reach the floor! Worriedly,...
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...The wolf was surely known for being quite brash and stupid. This wasn't any different than all the other times he had put himself in danger. Nothing about running towards the storm wasn't a Kyler thing to do except maybe that he hated snow but somehow he knew this wasn't snow. Snow clouds don't look like that. Not for second though had he thought to think, 'well golly gee, what if I blooming die?!" For a person afraid of death he was really bad at decreasing his chances of kicking the bucket. In fact, he had almost killed himself about 10 times since this winter. The icy gusts of wind blew through his pure white pelt. Gradually the pieces of ice got bigger and a few knocked Ky in his thick head. A wild flash of lightning striked a large column of stone next to him as he ran by. Kyler smiled smugly at this still running at a pretty fast pace. As if the avatars themselves were telling him to stop temping "fate" lightning strikes directly right by Ky, the wolf somehow not being electrocuted by the flash. He would've beamed at this too if it wasn't for the fact that it caused him to tumble. In the least graceful way he fell to the ground rolling straight towards a stranger in the field. He was put off course though by another pillar that he scraped the side of his face with. The abrasion wasn't very big but it was bleeding a bit. It hadn't knocked him out but it certainly would start hurting. He slowly came to a stop by the deer-like lady just as she finished her cry for help. He...
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... I’m alone, and it’s cold. I have no way to contact someone, who knows how long I might be out here. Our plane went down somewhere on Mt. McKinley and I am the lone survivor. I just woke up, in the plane, and I don't know how long I have been out. The last thing I remember was the plane beeping, warning sounds wringing through the plane, and the plane shaking. The pilot was having trouble controlling it, and there was nowhere to land. Then, a hard hit, on the ground, and I was out. That's all I remember. I woke up next to my dead friend, and when I walked outside of the plane I found the pilot laying there, frozen in the snow. I probably should barry them, and even though they will be frozen, I am scared animals will smell them. I can use the plane for my shelter, it's pretty mangled, but I think I can patch the sides enough so that it will keep me warm. I’m not even sure how cold it is, but I can't feel my face. Thankfully my gear all made it out of the crash, so is till have my warm clothes. I can also wear my friends clothes, layer up. I have food for two people for one week, so the trail mix and other snacks should last me two weeks. I walked out of the plane, and all I could see was mountains. Mountains for miles. The knot in my stomach felt a little worse. It’s hard for me to wrap my head around all of this, and I don’t know whether I should stay in the plane and hope that they will be searching for me, or leave and try and find some sort of civilization...
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...It was a cold and dreary day, the crisp wind blew across my body and I could feel the chills spread from my head all the way down to my toes. As I stood in front of the door, I could see people passing me right and left, yet every time I try to pick up one of my feet and walk they became as heavy as rocks. After what seemed like hours, someone knocked into me, jolting back into the into the real world. I finally forced myself through that automatic doors and into the building. There were people everywhere, murmuring over the loudspeaker, and a copious amount of talking. My brain immediately felt overwhelmed by all the noise and commotion. I nervously walked up to the counter, the woman sharpie said, "ID please. "I began to rifle through my...
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...It was a dark, freezing, gloomy fall day. The birds were silent. A few moments ago I walked through the front door. I looked around me, something was off, I took my coat jacket off and meandered around the apartment. I smelled the air and it smelt like fabreeze. “Kai come here,” Mom said with a tone of sadness. “What’s happening?” I asked confused. She looked at me with a solemn face. “No, no, don't tell me,” I said with a tone of desperation. “Yes, it's happening,” my mom said as if she had known for a while that this was going to happen. I dropped my book bag, spilling most of its contents, and bolted into the kitchen as fast as possible. I didn't care at that moment that my papers were flying behind me. There was only one thing on my mind: my pet, my best friend, my companion, my sidekick, Elie. He was dying of an adrenal gland tumor (AGT), gradually but viciously. He was in so much pain. I sprinted toward him. The world around me froze; time stopped. When I looked behind me I saw my mother's sad, tearful face and my father's depressed expression. I could only focus on, Elie. I reached his cage and looked into his eyes. He returned my gaze. Elie’s face was full of pain, but he didn't want me to notice. He limped and came near my right hand. His gleaming black eyes were filled with the bittersweet look of longing for peace. He looked at me again, his once soft brown fur was gradually turning gray. His cute face was in distress; it was as if he was telling me not to...
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..."It was time. There was no turning back. It was now or never. I try to shake the nerves off me. I was doing a good thing. I'm going to go down in history. I'll be the first person to set foot on Mars. I sigh and turn around. "I'm going to miss you so much" I say to my girlfriend, Abby. I see tears streaming down her face as her chest rises and falls with her shaky breaths. "Hey...hey don't cry" I whisper and wipe her tears away. It kills me to see her cry. "Please be strong. I need you to be strong. For me." "It's going to be the longest 8 months of my life" Abby whispers, her voice cracking during her sentence. "Me too, but every day you wake up, think that you are one day closer to seeing me. And remember that. Don't forget it." " I love you so much" she cries and wraps herself around my waist. I hug her back and rest my head on hers. "MARS ONE, PLEASE REPORT TO YOUR SHIP." The intercoms report. I sigh and Abby lets go. " I love you so much don't ever forget that" I say to her and kiss her on the forehead. "I love you too" she says, trying to calm her tears. We walk up to the stairs. "Well this is it" I say, not even trying to be strong. Tears are rolling down my face. "Hey if I'm not allowed to cry, neither are you" Abby smiles. We both laugh. She always makes the best of a situation. That's one of the many things I love about her. "I'll call you ever chance I get, I promise" I say. She nods. I wipe my tears and turn around and start walking up the stairs. "Hey...
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...As I sat isolated in the cafe of such guiltless crowds, I felt as if the urge to harm the innocent had subsided. But then, darkness fell over me like a cold blanket. I needed to feel the warmth of blood against my fingers once more. Effortlessly preying upon the innocent, I found the one to vex. She was surrounded by several of her friends, all of whom were wearing uniforms with a familiar tag, Lake Oswego High, written across their backs. I figured they were cheerleaders, but I hastily wandered. How shall I induce the naive girl? Because even as my desires elevated, all I longed for was for the fish to catch the bait. I sat there, watching stealthily. And slowly, I thought of the many different ways to make her suffer, as I had when I was young. Everyone should feel how I did during those somber times, dark, depressed, and in pain. I indeed was scarred emotionally, but I dare say that my eyes were opened to more possibilities than others. I have the profound ability to see who needs more pain and darkness in their lives, such as the girl I was glaring at. One might think of this to be a doing of a maniac, but I deem it only justice to carry out maltreatment amongst the privileged. After my reminiscing, I later found myself eavesdropping, all thanks to my acute hearing. “So, what are we doing tonight? Movies, mall, my place for a sleepover?” What interesting things young girls do during their free time. “No, sorry Stephanie, I have homework and a big exam tomorrow. Maybe...
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... He kept absolutely still as the footsteps got louder; His breathing heavy as he awaited the inevitable. He felt his heart rate getting faster and faster with each daunting slam of the intruders feet, slowly carrying him, and whatever malicious intent he may have. He tried to steady his breathing in hopes that his "great idea" to hide in the closet would be enough to save him. He thought about calling the police, but the noise could get him killed before he even finished dialling. He only wished now he had gotten a chance to call his family, to be a better brother and son. Suddenly his fear transformed itself into a strange mixture of both regret, truma, and pure sadness. Is this really how it was all going to end? After all these years spent stressing about the future. focusing on himself, not being there for people; this is how it was all going to end? Oh what he would give to have a to-do over! She found it strange that she didn't recogize any of the furnature, then again, her mother did say that she was completely changing her style for the new house. Stil, something about the decor seemed, masculine. The other strange thing, of course, being that no one appeared to be home, despite two cars being parked in the driveway. How long had it been since she visited her parents? She supposed a lot can change in a year, and yet something about this home seemed wrong. "Oh my God am I in the wrong house?" She whispered to herself, so as not to scare the owner. "Is...
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