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I’ve been pacing back and forth in front of Jamie’s front door for the past ten minutes. I’ve been trying to build up the nerve to ring the doorbell, but I know that I’m not ready for what will come after. I don't want to tell her, or at least, I don’t want to be the one that has to tell her. I don’t want to see the look on her face as her heart gets broken into a million pieces. But, I have to, because what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t? I pace for a few more minutes, walking back and forth over the worn-out welcome mat on the stoop...
Submitted to Contest #58
I am running so late. I race down the sidewalk on 5th street, hurrying towards the large skyscraper in the distance. I finally got an interview with Holman Publishing, and I can't believe that I'm running late. My heels click rapidly as I trot towards the building. When I finally make it, I stop at the door attempting to catch my breath. I pull out my inhaler. Shake. Pump. Breathe. I walk into the double doors that are being held open by a man in a nice suit. This is his job I think. He just stands there holding a door open. I ...
Submitted to Contest #42
My name is Apple Winters, and I have a problem, but first let me tell you a little about myself. I have dark brown eyes and thick, tightly curled, black hair. I am 11 years old. I have a sister named Chloe, who is also 11. Now, before you assume that we are twins, we aren’t. See I am adopted, I don’t remember my old family, but that isn’t i...
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