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Henry's p.o.v.
Emily and I walked in silence for a couple minutes, the only sounds around us were Emily snapping apart her pretzel sticks and chomping them up and the cool September breeze sweeping through the branches and leaves.
When we reached the corner of Elmwood and 12th Emily looked at me with dark yearning in her eyes. "Do you feel weird?" she asked hesitantly. "Well, y'know we're in middle school and we're changing..." I replied, acting teacherly. She gave me a light shove before laughing.
That's when I felt myself start to tip to the side.
Emily's p.o.v.
I hate my laugh, it's almost like a cackle, then it turns into a series of snorts and wheezes as I try to catch my breath. I usually try not to think about my laugh but when it's happening and I'm trying to get my old best friend's, well, friendship back.
At this point, I turned back to Henry only to find him on his side on the ground. "Oh my gosh!" I screamed rushing over to him. I check his head first, not finding any bruises or scrapes. "Henry?!" I plead, smacking on his cheeks lightly to see if he'd regain consciousness. I panic, realizing I pushed him way too hard and this was all my fault. I press a kiss to his forehead before I saw his cheeks go fiery red.
"YOU BUTTWIPE!" I scream, infuriated. I helped him get his chair back upright before crossing the street briskly. I underestimated his upper arm strength because he immediately caught up with me, laughing so hard his eyes were tearing up. "Hey, hey!" He said, still laughing.
I turned to him, before busting out giggling. What can I say? I love laughing!
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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...
