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25 Story Challenge 20: SwingI creep up the hill to the tree.
Nobody followed me.
I get up onto the swing and kick off.
I go hre sometimes when I need to be by myself.
I love feeling like I'm flying.
Kicking off and flying through the air...
My feet brush the moon and I lie back, closing my eyes.
My stomach is fluttering with butterflies.
I keep on swinging, the air rushing past and my hair lifting with each swing.
Suddenly, the swing judders to a halt.
I go to lean back and end up resting my head on a plastron.
I roll my eyes. "Donnie."
"What are you doing out here? I wondered where you'd gone."
"How did you find me?"
"I just saw a beautiful chameleon on the swing and came up here."
I roll my eyes again. "You need glasses, my friend. Peri told you, didn't she?"
"No! I mean, why would she-? Yes, Peri told me."
"Move bck, I want to swing." I say, pouting like a child.
"Let me push you."
"I'm a big girl, Donnie! I can tie my own shoes and everything!"
"Please? I thought it would be nice, you know?
Are you in for a fright?Ghosts roam these halls.
They moan as they drift.
Forgotten and in pain.
Their home is now an empty shell.
The rotting wood splinters.
Though no feet walk across it.
Each room has a story.
None are bright.
Most are horrors.
Please, contain your delight.
These blood-bathed .
These shallow graves.
They hold the damned.
Are you in for a fright?
RaphXReader: Mikey plays Cupid!"I alread told you, Mikey, I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!" Raph shouts, running past you and out of the lair.
You look after him, worried.
"What was that about?" You ask, walking down the steps.
"Nothing at all, <your name>." Leo says, glaring at Mikey.
"What's wrong with Raph?" You question.
You can't let it go.
It always bugs you when he gets angry.
"Nothing, he'll cool off, eventually. It's best to leave him alone." Donnie says.
You look at Mikey, who's trying not to laugh.
"Mikey..." You say, sitting next to him.
"What?" He asks, grinning.
"I'll give you this box of pizza if you tell me what's wrong with Raph."
Mikey struggles for a moment, trying to resist.
"Ok! Ok! I told him that you like him!" He claps a hand over his mouth.
You go red, stuttering like crazy.
"I-I do not! And anyways, h-how would y-you know?!"
"Dude! You look just like Donnie!" He says.
"I do not look like that!" Donnie protests.
You get up and storm out, following the tunnels.
"<your name>!" Leo calls after
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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