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Weekly Contest #64
“Name, age, grade.” “Rosalie Lavigne, 17, 12th, senior.” “Your room is room number 245, located on the east wing. Have a nice stay we look forward to seeing you again at the orientation located in the main ballroom at 6 pm,” the clerk handed me a small, rustic, golden key along with the most fabricated smile I had ever seen, and I trust me, I’ve seen many. I walked up two flights of stairs, turned a right, then a left, and continued walking for about two minutes until I arrived at an ivory-colored door with a black sign labeled with t...
Trapped. My father and mother were both drug addicts, they didn’t see a purpose of living. I was born on accident, they had no intention of taking care of me nor any intention of giving me away to an orphanage. I felt trapped living with them everyday, I was stuck in a small house on the coast of a barely populated island, between four walls that almost never lost my sight, everyday I wanted to run out of that house, run as far as my feet could take me, the only problem was not having anywhere to run away to. I went to a small public school...
Weekly Contest #45
I strolled happily down the school hallway, it was my 16th birthday and I had absolutely no care in the world for academics so I had taken one of my bathroom passes to take a walk and enjoy some time by myself. I was too absorbed in my freedom when I heard a loud popping sound, something like a large balloon getting popped by a needle. My instinct was to think it had been from one of the science rooms nearby, labs were always obnoxiously loud and distracting. I continued my stroll down, not knowing where my final destination was going to be ...
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