Falling
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Last published Sat, Dec 15, 2018
When a person falls more than once a day, you might say they are unbalanced, which is EXACTLY, what Livvy Knighting is and was. Lizzy is a sixteen year old who is just trying to walk in a straight line for more than five second at a time, oh and survive high school, while having her first job, first car, phone, and room she didn't have to share with her twin sister. You might think that should stress her out, but what really did was what happened on her first day of high school in a new town she would soon call home.
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"WHAT THE HELL," the short muscle pig yelled at the Greek god that was standing in front of him.
"Your the one who ran into me," this perfect being said, and I Livvy Knighting would like to say his voice also made him seem more like a Greek god than i already thought, but that was the least of my problems cause the crowd was blocking my way to my gym class which was my second to last class of the day. I was not ready to be late on the first day of my new high school, so i shoved my way around the crowed only to be pushed at the exact moment the Greek god went to punch Mr.Pig in the face. The last thing i remember is seeing a fist coming fast at my face and a god with a confused, concerned, and anger warped face.
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