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Submitted to Contest #126
"I am so sick of riding this bike." I complain as if anyone can hear me. It is 10:30 at night. Not many people are out on this old dirt road. I have peddled three miles to get to my friend Cameron's house. She is throwing one of her famous New Year's parties. Basically, we call it a "party", but there will only be six people there. Really, we should just call it a "meeting". I can see her home up ahead. A small, brick cottage. When I lost everything this year, this was where I stayed. I slept on her couch. Her house has only one bedroom, ...
"Happy New Year!" Everyone around me screams. I am surrounded by my classmates. All seventh graders in the same public school. A girl named Hailey threw a New Years Party. I look over and out of the corner of my eye I see a 12 year old "couple" sharing a forbidden kiss. They think they're grown. I begin walking around trying to find my friends that I somehow wondered away from earlier. I see my friend Lilly. I can tell it is her even though I'm behind her. Her big, curly hair gives it away."I know you saw Max and Ayla kissing!" She shrieks a...
Submitted to Contest #86
It all started when Madeline Scott opened her door on the first sunday in march. She had been noticing odd things like doors being open when she swore she had closed them, objects being moved about her home without her so much as laying a finger on them, but for some reason, the rose that lay staring back at her on her front doorstep that morning, scared her more than anything else. She had no idea how that one flower had managed to make its way to her house, but what she did know, the pit forming in her stomach was making her un...
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