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** ON HIATUS 27/06/2025 - hey guys! life has been hectic recently, and I've decided to postpone updates to superglue until things are back on track again. As you know, I had been having issues with my coursework and such at the end of my senior year, and with the frenzy of graduating, job search, starting college in July, etc., I haven't had time to sit down and properly immerse myself in this story. thank you for your continued support, and hopefully we can continue this story soon!
She had been so close to getting out.
Four torturous years wasted under the roof of Split River High School with her neck craned over an outdated textbook and shoulders hunched beneath the immeasurable weight of a backpack. Four blazing hot summers and first quarters of school waking up at the ass crack of dawn, stretching her body to mush on the track before working herself to the bone running drill. Four awkward first days, handfuls of Friday nights wasted on football games and early Saturday mornings spent loading a trailer for competition. Four supposed "best years of her life" all leading up to her bittersweetly earned ending, the accomplishment she had set her sights on immediately upon grasping the paper of her freshman year schedule.
If she had known she would die so soon, she would have savoured life a bit more.