Buster’s Gift Buster sits in the kitchen of his family’s bakery, wearing his baseball uniform. He wonders at the lights that buzz and blink; they begin to take on a mystical significance for him. He thinks of blinking, and wonders if everything can blink like eyes and lights. He begins to think of eyes as lights. He wonders if lights have memories. His memory extends to exactly one half his current age of 11 (his birthday passed yesterday) to a day exactly ...
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Well, today started dull but with a little twist. I had toast with honey today, for lack of anything else to have (besides cereal which goes soggy if you let it get too milky ). I was late again and was expecting to run into the horrible woman that I have recently nicknamed Ms Oldbat (Because I don't know her name) who said one morning, and I quote "You do know being marked late counts as an unauthorized absence". If they haven't been able to stop me being late for 7 years, ...
I step with caution, listening after each placement of my foot on the damp, soft earth for other nearby footsteps. To hear some may mean I am being followed, but so far, only the hardly audible sounds of my socks sinking into the thick dirt and my arms parting the tall, thick blades of grass around me have pierced the silence. I continue forward, suddenly unsure of what exactly I am doing here. What am I looking for? Why am I worried that I am being followed? Where did I just come ...
Can't deny feelings We grow closer (in love?), but Secrets cast shadows
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