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I look up. I feel my knees touch the grass. My left arm aching dragging me towards the ground. A burning flame in my throat, going down, down, down and reaching my heart as I see blurs, flashes of people hovering above me. One after another they flash their footwear digging into the ground, kicking mud into my face not on purpose.
Never on purpose.
Always on purpose.
I apologize for the delays, I’ve been quite busy, since it’s my last ever year of school.
Shocking. I guess the thought or the feel is.
It’s the last part of Mason and then we’ll have the coda. I’ll explain everything later.
Was that it? Was that the meaning of life?
“Can we meet again?”
“Sure, why not?”
“I can be late, mum could suspect something. She says older guys are perverted.”
“I’ll wait for you then.”
I couldn’t object as I saw her in the hallway a few minutes after her big dark green eyes looking at me with interest. The dialog was short, as I tried to convince myself to call her annoying but I simply could not. I just stared at her, at how she tucked the black hair behind her ears, revealing really small hoops which would get bigger with her age.