Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Actions Speak Louder Than Words

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication dim., juil. 12, 2015
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"Go ahead. Hit me as hard as you can," he laughed. I had nothing to say to him. "That's what I thou-" My fist connected with his face. - - - - - - Connor Phillips is a person of few words. And when she does speak, well, let's just say it's rare when she does. It's not that she's ugly. In fact, if there was any word to describe her, it'd be 'handsome'. Yes, handsome. Long story short, she looks like a dude. Not that it bothers her. She's just, in better words, different. Her hair is short, she's always wearing baggy clothes and sweats, and she never uses the changing room in gym class. No one knows if she's a boy or girl-- and no one really cares. In everyone's eyes, she's just another guy. She doesn't correct them. Maybe it was easier that way.
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~~~~~ "C'mon, cupcake. Why are you always trying to avoid me? All you're doing is delaying the inevitable." "And what's that?" Rylan spits, annoyed. He brushes her hair gently behind her ear. Rylan flinches when Blake's hand makes contact with her skin. "I enjoy taking what I can't have, especially when it's a challenge. I want what I want. And you...are something I desperately want." ~~~~~ "Do you think you're special, Rylan? Are you really so stupid that you think you're better than me--that you have a say in what goes on in my classroom?" Mr. Quinn asks in a deep, menacing voice. He glares at Rylan and digs his fingers into the skin on her forearms. "You don't. You. are. nothing. So you better get that through your thick, little skull." Mr. Quinn presses his face closer to Rylan's so she has to turn her head to escape his hot breath. He lets go of her left arm and grabs her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. "I. abhor. you. And all students like you. I'm in the position of power here. You'd do well to remember that." ~~~~~ If Rylan had it her way, she'd be going to school, hanging out with her friends in her free time, and returning home every day to two loving parents and the safety of her home. But if life has taught her anything, it's that you rarely ever get to have things your way. Her school life is quickly becoming a nightmare. Her English teacher is emotionally unstable under the professional front he puts up and Rylan has managed to catch the eye of the resident "bad boy" and his cronies, which doesn't seem to be boding well for her. Rylan can't even count on her house to be a safe haven anymore--not while her nightmares can penetrate walls. It's not just her happiness that's at stake here. It's her life. But can she stand up to the people who scare her most, or will she end up just another statistic? --------- © 2015 Miranda JK

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