Date: 2017-03-14 09:12
drowning in my ocean of blankets. It was another frozen night. It has been an
entire month of frozen nights. Nights where you just want to sit next to a
fireplace with a blanket to warm your body, hot chocolate to warm your soul,
sitting with your family, laughing at all the bad jokes that your dad says.
Well, that is if you do have a family.
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Ryan made no attempt to leave on time, he didn’t have the energy to care today anyway it was his dad’s lesson he was missing, he would understand, right? He should have taken the bus considering he was already late, but the cool morning on his face was just too inviting and soothing for him to give in to logic and reason. So, with that decision made he began the half an hour walk through his neighbourhood that would get him to his school.
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At that moment the bell rang and people were already leaving the classroom. Mrs.
Galadon sighed as she looked over at my paper once again.
Mesmerized by the
facts, Jolene pulled her dirty blonde hair into a neat bun to keep
out the heat. Misty was busy observing the intricate details on the
paintings of famous defenders of the Alamo when something caught her
eye. A man, just a few years older than she, staring at her from the
doorway to the famous chapel. He had a small, pleasant grin as he
focused on her. Her dark skin turned a hue of red at the kind
gesture. Then, with a quick turn, he walked around the corner of the
doorway, stepping into the Alamo.
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