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charity project // mischa bachinski (ride the cyclone)

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Parts 35
Time 3h 38m

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I was quiet. "That really bothered you that much?"
He nodded. "Yeah. I knew it would bother you. And it bothered me, too. For other reasons, though."
"Other reasons?" I echoed.
Now it was his turn to be quiet for a moment. I could see that he was thinking, debating in his head. 
"This isn't how I imagined it at all. Pouring, in a parking lot, just after I leave detention. It's kind of funny," Mischa nearly laughed, but didn't.
I just looked at him, confused, heart pounding.
"There's something that I really need to say. And if I hold it in any longer, It'll eat away at me."All Rights Reserved

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"H-hey.. You know..." Work brain, work. "What?" he hisses. "Um... I-I think I need my inhaler. It's in the bag," great, nice move. But my hope shatters into pieces when he rummages through my bag instead. "Where the heck did you put it," he asks, or maybe states as he isn't looking at me. "NO. Just give me my freakin' bag. Fast!" I try one last time. And lucky enough, he gives up. He brings the bag to me hastily. I redeem it, throw it back on the 'other side' along with myself. I run for my life. I hear whistles and of course, rainbow of curses, on the other side of the world. Well, I guess I'll just have to return to plan A. ~~~

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Emotionally Scarred by KYTHEWRITERR

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