The Yellow Bandanna
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Last published Thu, Dec 6, 2012
I t w a s a m u r k y d a y . I w a s g o i n g h o m e f r o m s c h o o l a n d w a s r e a l l y e x h a u s t e d . I d i s c e r n e d t h a t m y g r a d e s a r e f a i l i n g . I n e v e r t h o u g h t t h a t t h e y 'd a c t u a l l y f a l l . W h a t s h o u l d I t e l l m y p a r e n t s ? I g o t o f f t h e y e l l o w b u s a n d w a l k e d m y w a y h o m e . I p a s s e d t h e a c a c i a t r e e s i n a v e r y s l o w p a c e . I d o n 't w a n t t o r e a c h h o m e f a s t ; I j u s t h a v e t o r e a c h i t . I k e p t m o v i n g b u t I d o n 't k n o w i f I r e a l l y d i d m o v e . I c a n s e e l e a v e s f a l l i n g i n a s l o w m o t i o n l i k e i n t h e m o v i e s . T h e o n l y d i f f e r e n c e i s t h a t t h i s i s n o l o v e s t o r y . T h i s i s a f a i l u r e s t o r y .
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