Rubber Bands

Rubber Bands

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"They stretch and stretch, two ends being held until one falters and snaps. And as expected, one end suffers a little bit of a sting." "So you like rubber bands?" "I guess, they aren't exactly significant." "Well I just thought since-" "They don't mean anything." *** Dakota Brooks was that girl at school that everybody knew, yet nobody knew at all. They knew of her name, the name that was titled for being the class secretary. She wasn't popular and she wasn't a nobody, Dakota was just there and she was fine with that. A.J. Fischer could be referred to as a nobody. His daily schedule consisted of waking up, going to school, and coming home to his laptop. In school he had minimal friends but was disregarded due to his quiet nature and rather blank stare. Really AJ was nothing more than a mind in an empty body. So with a rather strange clash of their worlds, Dakota and AJ find themselves sat in the middle of Chemistry with nothing more than one rubber band in front of them. And isn't it funny to think that something so small would make such a massive change in their lives?
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