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Death RowWalking down the school hall is like a walk to death row.
Watch out He stuck his foot out
Your stuff just flew and hit a teacher in the face.
At least shes your least favorite.
While she screams at you, someone decides to stick a childish kick me sign on you.
You accidentally fall into the evil teacher that was just giving you detention.
She just decided to give you another.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see your one-and-only friend getting beaten up.
You try and help.
The teacher makes you stop so she can keep screaming at you.
You see one of the bullies draw blood.
Your run like hell to help your friend.
Its a bloody nose.
You take your pal to the nurse.
Theres seven other kids there, all of which have been beaten up.
One little 5th grader is crying.
One of the 8th graders arms looks like its been broken.
The nurse, a kind old man with cerebral-palsy, says that your friend can stay with him.
City of Love Chapter 4
Wybie was up early this morning. Already dressed, he was unpacking, something he had been planing to do for a while now.
Truth be told...there was not much to unpack.
In total, he had 5 pants, 5 flannel shirts, 3 ties, one pair of jeans, one normal shirt, and one picture frame crammed with picturers of his friends from the Pink Palace. The groceries had already been put away when he and Don had taken them out to search for stuff to make pancakes with, and there was no place to put his clothes because there were no hangers or dresser to put them on or in.
Wybie, however, had much bigger pancakes to cook.
...and I still dont know what Im going to say to her when I finally get there and I have no idea if she still likes the same stuff as before. What the Hell was I
City of love Chapter 3
Now THIS is interesting, thought Coraline.
Two men stood in front of her. The one on the right had a mop of bright orange hair, grass-green shifty eyes, torn jeans, and a dirty brown shirt. Even from here, she could smell the nasty cigarette smell on him. The one on the left was almost the complete opposite. He had dark brown curly hair, deep toast-colored skin, mud-brown eyes, and decent clothing.
He looked somewhat familiar......
Scratch that, she knew who he was.
That hunch he was starting to cave into and that uncertain look in his eyes was a dead giveaway.
Um... was all the one on the left said. Coraline could see him looking from her name-tag to her face.
He knows who I am too.
City of Love Chapter 2
She was hugging him, laughing.
They were sitting together in the park.
He had just told her he was accepted to go to University of the Pacific, the biggest school for engineering.
She was so happy for him.
He didnt want to wake up.
Ok, he was up.
Wybies eyes shot open and he sat up quickly, sopping wet. Don stood over him, empty bucket in hand, wearing that evil grin of his......
Wybie shook his hands, water-droplets flying off. It was then that he noticed that the water wasnt clear, but yellow...and warm....
City of Love Chapter 1
Flight 107 will be landing at Newark, New Jersey air station in 5 minutes. Please ready for departure,.
26 year old Wybie Lovat woke from his doze with a slight jerk, the oriental-accented announcement waking him up. Rubbing his eyes, he checked the watch on his left hand. So far, he had kept the whole trip time-lined in his head since they first got on the plain. The time now read 3:am Eastern Standard Time, approximately 15 hours and 40 minutes since his departure from Hong Kong. He groaned as he laid his head back down on the head-rest of his uncomfortable plain seat. After the plane touched down, he would still have to go through security, find a taxi, and wait till he could finally get to the rented apartment in Philadelphia.
That would take.....oh Hell he was too tired to think.
With many a soft word of
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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