You feel the wind whip through your hair as you cruise down a hill, and you grin in spite of yourself. For the first time in a while, you try to only think about absorbing the suburban scenery in your neighborhood. The trees are starting to lose their leaves, and there are a few here and there that are particularly colorful. You enjoy watching the fallen leaves scuttle along the road and flee out of the way of the front wheel of your bike, or, if they're unlucky, get crunched.
You finally decide to go back home after about an hour, and you remember that you have homework over the weekend.
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It turns out that you only have English, math, and Spanish.
You don't bother with the math or English. You halfheartedly kind of do a few questions on the Spanish homework. You realize that you have been out of character by actually thinking of doing homework and facepalm. Nobody must know of this.
In order to be more in character, you instinctively decide to go up to your room and play DOTA online.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAah nope DOTA is for noooooobs. You play League instead. Infinitely better by all standards. Awww yeeeaaaaahhh.
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When you lie in your bed, you can't help but start thinking of her again. You hug your pillow. You're so alone.
A few tears seep from your eyes as you drift to sleep...
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Still Alive: Part I
Teen FictionThis is a rough draft of the first part out of three. If enough people like this, I may put up the other two parts. Elliott is in high school and he fences foil on his school's team. His crush, who also fences on the school team, does not reciprocat...
