I saw the girl crying under the tree on many occasions. But I never helped her. I always thought that she should be strong enough to make it home before she cried.
That was what I did. I sucked up what I heard, what was yelled at me, the rumors that ran through the halls, and everything else.
But the one thing I could never suck up was when someone tried to physically attack me. That would set off my short temper and the person would wind up with a broken and bloody nose and I would be suspended, yet again.
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Random One-Shot Stories
De TodoMy English teacher had us write do nows in the beginning of class during the year. Here are some that I wrote that I particularly liked. Warning I have been told that I have a dark mind so if that is not your thing then don't read this.
