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YoungSheldonViral (Taylor’s Version)

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The Storm (Part 1)

"Are you sure you know how to do this?""I've been sailing for two years," I sigh, stepping onto the boat, "I think I know what I'm doing.""Okay, whatever you say." I glare up at her. She doesn't even notice. She's too busy waving at some sweaty, beefcake lifeguard. I didn't want to go sailing with Gianna. It's because of my mom. She met Gianna's dad earlier this summer. Ever since, they've been practically inseparable, going on date after date after date. I guess my mom wants Gianna and me to form a sisterhood of sorts before ...

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Blackberries and Purple Highlights

(Not related to the prompt lol)"Claire? What are you doing here?"She stands there, arms crossed across her chest, a horrified look on her face. She's wearing a colorful headscarf, probably her mother's. "Hi, June." She mutters."Um...is everything okay?" She shakes her head with this faraway look in her eyes. "No. I messed up.""What do you mean? Messed up how?"She looks up at me, her eyes all watery. "I mean, last night, I, um…gave myself a haircut?”I laugh. To my surprise, she doesn’t. Instead, she looks at me like I just insulted ...

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The Library

The school library is totally empty. Makes sense. Nobody's ever in here on a Saturday, not even the librarian. The janitor is here, though. He nodded at me on my way in, not even questioning why I was there in the first place. So drunk he probably thought it was just another school day. I'm here because the principal, Mrs. Garcia, lent me the library for the afternoon. She's made an exception for me, since we don't have a computer at home. My family's not the richest, okay? We can't afford stuff we don't really need. At least that's wha...

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Unanswered Questions

“Okay, know what we’re gonna do today?” Hazel towers above me, her long figure casting shadows over the dewy grass. Her hair, which usually falls beneath her shoulders in messy brown ringlets, has been straightened and pinned back. Her lips are toned a deeper red than usual. She must be wearing lipstick. “We’re going to tap into those powers of yours. Put them to good use.” I groan. Here I was thinking we were going to spend the afternoon frolicking in the forest, picking daffodils, just like we used to. But no. Ever since Hazel joined the c...

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Bringing Back Samuel

Lydia has been my next door neighbor for the past three and a half years. Despite this, I’ve never so much as set foot in her bedroom, let alone her house. It’s almost Victorian. The furniture is posh, coated in dust. The fireplace is ablaze. I think the mantle is made of actual marble. Countless faded family portraits line the walls. Unsmiling children, proper gentlemen with top hats, everywhere I look. Lydia’s mother looks like she came straight from one of those photographs. The sneer she gives me makes me feel even more out of place...

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