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t morning. That was what he did -

ctionary description of uncaring. However, the white skin around

h he had s

It was much easier to simply wait until he was no longer mad so

stubborn.

me, and life continued to soak up blandness. Excite

the clocks that were above each door. Because my school was a rather old one, we still h

of students - I was not close enough to hear the ticking. I watched the

, I had determined two o

ery, very close to hear the ticking

e had placed one there, there were n

nsure of - was that maybe the t

make me slig

nly possibility

he fact that

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derstand what he was talking about. Being the book-lover I was, I grasped on to every wor

om, however, I noted that

jokes the entire time, most of which made no sense

funeral, which was partially why we'

r. Telvic says, speeding through his definition of soliloquy as if it was irrelevant to the story. "Hamlet is really questionin

the topic at hand. But I knew he'd been teaching for far too many

ar death, and are uncertain as to what lies ahead." He pauses, for affect no doubt, then continues. "And t

a good speech. Nothing that gives you goosebumps like a

il.

Rachel whispered, crossing her legs ti

c of Mr. Tel

" I muttered, trying not to get cau

then, " she whined, reminding

nd and ask to go,

'class is done in ten minutes, you can wait', " she shot back,

swer seemed pretty simple and easy to me, bu

issue going on in the back of the ro

ion. To be, or not to be." I thought the only thing Ra

de me slightly wary if I was at all hones

I th

or someone to answer the question that was written clea

s?" I turned to look at her, opening my mouth- "with your own words, please, no

t means... I guess it could.... Haml

We all tried not to laugh. Laughing at this fragile moment would ensure the entire class's fate of impending d

s quickly as she could out of the classroom and to the bathroom, legs still clenched together. She st

ayed across them. The kid across from my desk was

h, so I was sure they'd be thanking Rachel lat

for the semester, I wondered what the world would be like

rushed towards the door. We weren't allowed to leave until the bell rang

l's desk, grabbing her

d a sound of delight, and the wave of

I said to the old man. He nodded

classroom, Rachel mee

I asked, grinning and h

grabbing the bag back and l

ossip and fiddling their arms to explain a juicy story. Couples lined the wall of lockers, making out and fondli

articular couple. "Seriously, Nat

nything except a spot of plaid from the flannel Jos

high school movie who was a total bitch an

ree weeks now - a record for Natalie - and

dn't always been a total hoe-bag, but then again she had stolen the middle school

eginning to bang a series of hard objects on the metal lockers.

o guess that he's been partying a little too hard the night before. He grabbed a stray lock of my

pushing me out of the lo

en Rachel grabbed my wr

ee you with him, " she

ed. "Wh

rty?" When I didn't reply she elaborated. "You

t scar that looked like a crescent moon tattooed on my side from where N

ts" between me and Nate. I knew that if I did, she'd v

ed that night, "

her eyes. "W

e hallway was clearing up a little as we walked to our l

e heads of some young freshman that were bar

ischief and I followed her down the hallway, heading towards our lockers. N

metal door. There was the click that signified it's opening, and she

xpecting there to actu

n. There was a girlish smile splayed across h

ama book and binder. I could swear there was a new guy every week. Or so it seemed to me. I never really looked because I was already in a

truth. Mostly because Brewer, Michigan wasn't exactly that big,

dulously, mocking me. "

ack in my locker on one of t

've said it about every new kid so far - and o

about Anthony!"

total druggie, " I

l pou

as nice when he wasn't knee deep in pot. You need to lower your standards or you'r

down the hallway, a smile curled on her cheeks. She h

g her preppy blonde hair swish back and forth

flipped me the bird and yel

eting. Instead of going to lunch, my drama teacher, Mr. P, had asked me to hel

e'd bring exciting change to Brewer High School, so we would ha

e school as I rounded a corner. A storm appeared to be brewing in the sk

hadn't thought to bring a coat to school. I vagu

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auses your eyes to droop. I didn't know whether it was the excessive "learning" or th

g to boil in the heat of the sun. My hand reached up

ny, to stormy, and then back to sunny in a span of a couple hours, but,

Spotting a familiar red sports vehicle, I immedi

te, lingering around the parking lot until his football pr

to myself. Then I began the short tre

my hair and making them dance. I lifted the remainder

n something flitted in my side vision. The ha

looking worse for wear because of the winter that was yet to come. The leaves were placed almost elegantly on the forest

wasn't big, and certainly wasn't crawling with creatures of any kind, so it did

red, was for a specific biology class where you w

minutes of my

few moments, I slowly adverted my eyes. Only to

the direction of the forest. There couldn't p

h that littered my arms and n

toward the trees. But the black was

mething about the situation was striking me as odd. First the ticking of the

ent behind the trees to do a little "business" involving a

ing at a particularly thick tree,

ver c

at are yo

ound in the other direction. I stumbled a li

di

running down the stairs of the scho

ng caught glaring at trees. She laughed as s

ou doing?"

the trees. No b

tical. "You nee

ce brightened, her green eyes shi

g that she liked to call Spock. "Yeah, no problem, " s

e of the fact that the forest was empty of them besides squirrels and the like, but also because I couldn't

d suddenly, and s

ea

o ask if she had any ideas of what it might have

"Let's go to Star

hink about the ticking, or anything that might have been

ears began to strain, waiting to

that seemed so close, yet