Five Card Story: It’s Over

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I thought it was just beginning. It was a new day, a crisp cool day. My curls were perfect and I was sure that Garret had a big fat juicy crush on me. I looked out to the road at the busy highway, it was dizzying. I leaned back in my seat and prayed that today would be different. Going to school was always a big deal, people screaming, throwing things around the bus, hoping that maybe you’ll do something. They were leeches for drama, and I was too. I sat down in first period as the bell rang and pulled out my laptop to work on my United States agriculture paper. Somewhere along the line I got lost between the words of my page, carrots, organic, so so sleepy. I woke with a start as I felt warm breath in my ear, “meet me in the parking lot later.” I gasped, Garret.

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I thought it was just beginning. It was a new day, a crisp cool day. My curls were perfect and I was sure that Garret had a big fat juicy crush on me. I looked out to the road at the busy highway, it was dizzying. I leaned back in my seat and prayed that today would be different. Going to school was always a big deal, people screaming, throwing things around the bus, hoping that maybe you’ll do something. They were leeches for drama, and I was too. I sat down in first period as the bell rang and pulled out my laptop to work on my United States agriculture paper. Somewhere along the line I got lost between the words of my page, carrots, organic, so so sleepy. I woke with a start as I felt warm breath in my ear, “meet me in the parking lot later.” I gasped, Garret.
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