The words wouldn't come.
One thought, idea. The memories overflowing like I was trapped inside my own body, a captive by one self. My pen slid effortlessly across the paper.
No. Not good enough.
The sound of paper being crumpled and hitting the inside of the trash bin. My dark hair being pushed out of my face as I tried to think. Think.
No. Won't work.
Footfalls pounded down the hallway just outside my door. I heard the boys calling for me. I picked up the stack of empty papers in front of me and shoved them into my bag. Just as my hand made contact with the door handle my leather strap to my bag broke with a rippling snap!
A sigh escaped my lips.
Escape. Yeah, that would do.
I needed an escape.
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If I Could Fly. // h.s. au
Fanfiction"Leave me alone!" I ripped off my shoe and threw it head, missing horribly. I didn't wait for a reaction. I whipped around and ran for the door, knowing I'd never make it. Just as my fingers brushed the brass handle, a pair of strong familiar...
