The cool air on my face.
The sun blazing overhead.
Running through the neighborhood with friends.
With no fears of school bothering your mind.
Staying up to late reading without worry of getting in trouble because you don't have school tomorrow.
The eternal Saturday that is Summer.
Night fast approaching.
Sitting in chairs looking on at the mound of wood.
An elegant bird rising destined to fall.
Then a light.
Small yet growing fast.
Then in a second the bird catches.
Only those looking were stunned silent.
I have been feeling like I am even more different then normal because of my math teacher that I have. When I ask for something that I need to do well in school even though we are done with class and are waiting for the next class to be ready.
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I'm reading this a little past midnight right after I just finished my book!
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