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Big Whoop
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I walked down the hallway of my soon to be "old school", and since it was around 7:30am, it was very lonely. I quickly found Jacks locker, and slipped the letter in. I began to feel sick to my stomach. My mind was telling me to burn the letter and watch the remains of the paper fly away in the wind, but my heart was telling me to leave it in his locker, and let him read it. What I was most afraid of was that he was just going to ignore it, and eventually forget about it. Forget about me. "Don't forget about me," I whispered. And then I walked away, with those four words hanging in the air around his locker. Around the letter that held my feelings. And those feelings would soon be revealed to the boy with my heart.
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When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

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