The soles of my sneakers tapped against the concrete street as I walked, counting the seconds it was taking me to get to school. 1, 2, 3. My long black hair danced in the wind. 4, 5, 6. My backpack was swung around my right shoulder. 7, 8, 9. My fall coat covering a layer of sensitive, fragile, skin. 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, on and on I went until I reached 180 seconds. I stopped at a building that read CherryTown middle school. "Same old boring school," I thought."Same old boring town, and same old boring life." I was about to go inside when I heard someone shout out my name. "Lyn! Lyn, wait for me!" It was my bff, Kousagii. I rolled my eyes and turned around. Kousagii finnaly got to me. "What took you?" I asked. She huffed and puffed. "I -huff- had to -puff- stop at -huff- a store." She said, out of breath. I giggled. It wasn't because she was leaning over like I was her queen, it was because she was wearing a pair of disgusting pink high heals. "I thought you didn't like pink." I said, pointing at her shoes. She looked up at me, laughed, then said "my mom saw these in the store and was like 'ahhh! These will look so cute on you! Eeekk!'" We both fell over laughing.
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Scared
Fantastik14 year old Lyn has a fear, an addiction, and a power. Lyn isn't like most 14 year old girls. There are few things she has in common with normal girls: stubbornness, intelligence, stress, depression, and maybe even a tad bit of Anxiety. Lynn's prob...
