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Emil's p.o.v.
Okay so...I may or may not have just spent an hour trying to figure out if Emily Agnes-Marino or Emily Marino-Agnes looked better.
IT'S NOT WEIRD...I think. He might be my new old best friend but I was just...warming up my brain for school cause it, like, fell asleep or something.
Anywho, I shove my journal into the broken slat under my bed and hop down, nailing the landing. I slide into the dining room where Gran and Mama sat playing cards. I give Gran a kiss, "Why didn't you take any beef stew yesterday?" She practically screamed at me. "You're so skinny, put some meat on your bones!" She scolded as Mama chuckled. I shove a handful of pretzels into the pockets of my khaki capris before grabbing my thermos and scooping some warm stew in. "Mama, I'm gone to school now." I say, kissing her on the crown of her head.
10...I felt an overwhelming urge to start counting down from 10.
9...I strap my mix-matched socked feet into my rollerblades anyways.
8...I try to shake to numbers floating in my head as I scooped my lunch into my satchel and closed the door.
7..."Goodmorning Mrs. Heller!" I called to the old lady sitting in her wheelchair facing the window.
8..."You haven't slowed down a bit missy!" I heard as I slid down the first banister.
7...It would be easier to take the elevator but this is much more fun.
6...I remember the pretzels in my pocket.
5...I grabbed one hoping it hadn't been crushed.
4...Luckily it wasn't and I was able to hop on the next banister knowing I didn't have bread dust in my pocket.
3...I reach the last flight of stairs feeling spontaneous.
2...I jump down, landing on my feet, the momentum carrying me forward as I wave to the security guard.
1...I bust out of the front door feeling something ringing in my ears, almost like I could hear someone screaming.
I felt a pang in my stomach and pressed another pretzel to my lips in hopes that it would go away. My arms started burning as if I was doing pushups. I move my legs at lightning speed coming to an abrupt stop as I found a clumsy looking figure in a chair. "Heyyyy!"
Henry.
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Impulsive Thinking
General Fiction13 y/o Henry thinks his life is over when his legs become paralyzed in a bad car accident, but instead he goes on a journey of a lifetime in this heartfelt, coming of age story. Come along with Henry and Emily as they figure out middle school! (only...
