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Weekly Contest #43
Maeve could feel her heart beating. It was the kind of excitement she felt right before desert when she’d indulge in a giant scoop of her favorite: chocolate chip ice cream. She’d get drips of the melted delight all over her face, making its way to her nose in some unexpected way. It was messy. But the kind of messy she was getting herself into now - was very different. It was Wednesday. Which meant battle day. Battle of the playground that is. She and Murphy Stevens had been competing since the 1st grade and their dislike for each oth...
Weekly Contest #40
My glasses kept sliding down my nose. God I needed to get these fixed. Finishing my physics test felt like a marathon; erasing the imperfect calculations, fixing my glasses and of course the stupid hand cramps I kept getting. Why did I need to know about Isaac Newton anyway? I mean seriously, the guy invented calculus, everyone's least favorite subject. If he were alive today, he’d be brutally pranked by a pack of angry high school students. I walked over to the front of the room, Mr. Moss giving me the stink eye as I slapped my quiz o...
I felt rusty. Not rusty like I needed to practice a skill or rusty from sitting around all day - rusty like I was covered in rust. All disgusting and peely. How could I have been so stupid to let Beth treat me like that? She had promised all my secrets were safe with her, that our late night chats would be our special best friend time. But of course she had to go ruin that with her underlying need to cause drama and be the center of attention. I couldn’t seem to squish any deeper into my pillow. No matter how far I fell I couldn’t esca...
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