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Weekly Contest #317
A sob erupts from me as a shard of glass pierces my hand. I hadn’t noticed fragments scattered across the concrete floor of what once was a lively secondary school. My secondary school. Though that was centuries ago. I loved learning; I still do. However, back then, it had put a target on me, making me the punching bag for popular kids. So, while I loved the classes, I hated school.On any other day, I might see the humour in the fact that, of all places, my abandoned secondary school has the strongest energetic connection. That here and now ...
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