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Submitted to Contest #76
Nate and I have been friends for the last eleven years. I met him on the first day of primary school. I was a messy kid so no one really wanted to hang out with me. No one except Nate. I still don’t know what intrigued him to talk to me when no one else would. What can a five year old child find intriguing in his classmate? Maybe it was my messiness. Mum would sleek down my dirty blonde hair in a braid in an attempt to tame it. But it was as wild as a jungle, unruly and untameable. Sometimes in PE I would have my shoes the wrong way around, ...
You had not planned the evening to go this way. It was only meant to be a small prank. But it feels to you like you have traded your soul to the devil in return of a broken one. Now, as you stand before the shattered remains of your mother's fine china plates (and the culprit, your sister), you think perhaps it's all finally come to an end. Hurried footsteps fill the air. Then a gasp. “What have you done?” Your mother exclaims, rushing over to help your sister up, who had tripped over her own foot and fallen into the cabinet just moment...
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