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A High School Tale Number One: Loser
geek,i'll show them.
Nerd,he whispered as he slowly set the pistol in his bag.
Loser,he repeated as he stepped in the school.
The bell slowly died down as he walked through the long empty hallway,
he stoped looking at a small beehive.A single wasp flew by attacking the hive,
he stared at it for another moment and continued down the lonly hallway.
Tears fell from his eyes as he stepped up to his classroom door,13,he slowly unzipped his
backpack and turned back at the door.A wild look now
in his eyes,but his eyes they looked uncertain,unsure,sad......
I watched him that whole time,as he stood staring in the classroom.
My gut felt like it was deflated as if something bad was going to happen, but
naturaly I ignored it,yet...I couldn't stop looking at him.He turned and messed with his
bag.I looked up at the clock thirteen minutes of class left.
I looked back down and our eyes met,he had that familiar wild,unsure look in his eyes.
He reached for the door then stopped,and finaly I realised what he was doing.
My eyes opened franticaly looking around,then back at him.
He quickly looked away from me and he reached back into his bag.
I still stare in fear.I pleaded silently to him.
He pulled his hand out the bag and walked away.
I almost sighed out loud in relief.
When our eyes met she stare wildly at me,she knew it,she knew what I was going to do.
She looked like she was about to cry.I looked away unable to stand her sorrowful gaze,
but I still felt it's presence so I walked away,hiding from her gaze.
My plan it failed,I was happy inside but still angry at myself.
Why did I just stop because of her?How did she stop me?
The questions zipped through my head,as the bell rang through the hallways.
I turned back and then I saw her staring at me,anger in her eyes.She started towards me.
I shot out my seat as the bell rang,I had to stop him.I wasn't in his next class,
so I wouldn't be able to stop him from.......So I ran out.
I was worried,but my face reflected otherwise.
He turned looking at me he seemed almost...scared.I stopped right in front of him,
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" I was surprised to find myself yelling at him.
He just stare at me so I figured i'de knock some sense in to him.
I slapped him right across the face,as I pulled my hand back I realised it was wet.
I looked up at his face wet with tears,I calmed myself down,
"Stop crying...I mean..seriously," and before I knew it those stupid words
ushered out my mouth,"your such a loser...."
And then.....I snapped,I quickly reached in my bag and pulled out the pistol.
Holding it up to her the barrel lie on her nose,my eyes were frantic and wide open now,
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!!" I screamed,thousand upon thousand of eyes lie upon me.
As I slowly cocked the pistol,but I turned and looked at her face.
There lie the single most unforgetable face i'd ever seen.
A surprised expression,but her face it was...so beautiful,so perfect,"Why?!WHY!!!?ARE YOU
SO PERFECT!!....So........so.....SO BEAUTIFUl?!" I fired the pistol........."BANG!"
I sadly stared at the body lieing on the floor,full of blood and sorrow,
and I sat down next to his broken body.Yes I was alive for he had shot himself.
I buried my face in his chest,"I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm so...so sorry," and I cried.
As he slowly wrapped his arms around me,and I silently listened to his heart beat.
For it told a story clearly and vividly.They told his story from birth to death,
and I finaly realised why he snapped.Also why he shot himsef instead of me,
I love you too," and I was slowly pulled of him,as his heart beat slowly faded away.
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A High School Tale Number Two:A Symphony Written For Her
Matt
Lost in lyrics,
yet so down to earth.
He wasn't much,a simple guy.
Living for one purpose,although he himself didn't know it.
He was smart,yet stupid.
He tried,but only at what he wanted or needed.
He had all he needed,and wanted nothing.
He had also failed to accomplish almost anything in his life.
But still he failed to relize his purpose.
It came clear to him though,all on one cold day.
Night...night...the discpicable feeling something terrible was to happen,
and the cold thick air only added to the ominous night's dispicable feeling.
I watched from my house,his symphony end.
I knew him little,but he seemed
really intrested in me.
I guess it was because he loved music.
I myself played piano,violin,and other various instuments.
But his intrest vanished as did he,
on that very ominous night.
Ipod in pocket,headphones tucked in his ears,and
note in his hand he stoped.
Right in front of my window,
he stood in the middle of the street.
I watched him,but all he did was stand there.
Everything played out in slowmotion.
headlights,shone on his face.
I shot out my house,and
ran towards him screaming.
I stoped two inches from the car,to late.
I fell to my knees his blood covered me.
I closed my eyes in shock,
as my hand gripped around his bloody note.
Nightmares...nightmares
of terrible things.
The image of the car hitting him played,
over and over in my head.
I thought to myself,
"I could have saved him,but...I was to slow!"
I woke pillow drenchened in tears,
a bloody note and an ipod lie on my desk.
A month later,an astonishing new symphony came out,
written by a young girl.
They called her the next bethoven.
A musical genius,
but I knew I didn't deserve their praise.
It was his accomplishement.
I arrived at his fueneral.
Ipod in pocket alonh with the note too,headphones tucked in ears,
and in my right hand I was holding flowers.
as his song ended on the ipod.
only to be replaced by his recorded voice.
"You deserve to be big."
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A High School Tale Three: selfish,selflessness,and pressure
One-thousand things run through your mind during that last play.
The one run that will determin the game's winners.
That deep terrible feeling that if you screw up,
you lose for the whole team,for the whole school.
The throw couldn't have gone better.
possible the best throw that the quarted back would ever through in his life.
Then it was all on me.I quickly rushed past the eighty yard line.
the sound of the crowd roaring in my ears,lights blaring in my eyes,
and sweat running down my hands.I blared past the ninty.
The fatigue was almost unbearable now.
Somehow the crowed managed to get even louder as I the ball sunk into my hands.
I felt...on top of the world like I couldn't lose.
He dropped the ball....the roaring of the crowd dimmed down.
It was sillent,they just glared angrily.
Aside from the other stand,loud and happy that they had won.
I walked down from the bleachers and headed towards the players.
as the water boy it was my job.
Though I didn't care for football,or becoming a water boy.
After the pick on me session in the locker room,
I had to stand and listen to coach yell at me.
"I let everyone down.
Ilet the school down,
and even the town down."
Is all I found running through my head.
It was all my fault.
"Don't listen to them,it could have happened to anybody"
He turned and looked at me,
he looked...hurt.
"Yeah right,happen to anybody?!" I thought to myself.
as I walked over to my locker.
when I opened it I noticed a pistol.
a note attached to it,it read.
"do us all a favor."
I removed my helmet,cocked the pistol and.....
"stop!!"
what was he doing?!it was just a game!
what could possible make him want to die?!
"What are you doing?!"
"I lost....it was my fault."
I was surprised to see tears in his eyes,
what was he trying to live up to,
"You don't have to live up to their expectations."
BANG!!!!
"Moving on,this pistol was found under
the bleachers as they were being moved in a highschool.
DNA of the top football player in the U.S. was found on it,
also along with another former student's blood.
He was put on trial,where he told what had happened to the young boy.
About a suicide from the pressure of losing a game.
I guess you could say this was how a waterboy became the top football player in the U.S."
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A High School Tale Four:Ten (First story I ever wrote)
Geek,nerd,loser all average comments to him.
Smart,low self-esteem,slow reflexes,weakling all problems for him.
Chris every day identity and nothing else.
Chris,I saw him the day when all that changed.
When he died,when he finaly changed.
An average day,a strange feeling like something was wrong.
He came to me to tell me something,he looked really nervous.
A pause,as his eyes opened wide in fear.
A push,as he forced me out the way.
A thump,as a tree landed hard upon him.
A gruesome sound,as its branch was buried deep within him.
I freaked out and ran over to where he lay underneath that forsaken tree.
I stared in horror, cause there he lie a big bloody grin spread across his face,I wanted to scream at him,
"why are you smiling!?"My hand lie upon his chest his cold,
cold chest..1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10...His heart stoped,
as I counted he whisper ten last words to me,
"I..I..have to tell you...I..I....love you.."
His tenth breathe gave out
In just ten seconds.
In tens breathes.
With ten words.
And ten heart beats"
the world ablaze around me,kids screaming bloody murder,
sirens blaring in unison.I was pulled,"let me go!"
I finaly broke free running back to his cold body.
I forced myself to a stop when I saw his expressionless face.
I ran jumping right next to him,I wanted to.No,I had to see his smile again,smile
I screamed out in hysteria,then I was forced off him away from where he died.
I cried for what seemed like ten long hours,unable to get his grinning face out of my head,
"He was so stupid why would he smile?!why didn't he smile again?!"
I wanted to scream out to the world.
I went out at ten and picked up the newspaper,and on the tenth article it read.
Local hero saves young girl on tenth street,
on a courageous or stupid act he saved a young girl from a falling tree.
Christopher will be known as a hero forever.
I set the paper down,pictured his smile,and I smiled and cried,
"I hate that stupid smile!"I thought to myself.
I attended his fueneral,old enemies,friends, and relatives filled the seats.
Every single person shed a tear.
When they called me up to say some words on his behalf,everyone stared at me,
because as I walk along those rows of endless weeping chairs.
A big grin lie upon my face,because when I went to see his coffin.
I found he was wearing glasses,and I thought,"He doesn't want to be remembered like that."
So I took them from his face and as I stare at his cold dead face.I belive I saw him smile,
"such a stupid smile."I whisperd to myself as I left the fueneral.
I woke up under a bright blinding light,and lifted my hand to my face.
In my hand I found a newspaper with the tenth article circled,I read it and smiled
as I realized I could see perfectly without my glasses.
Hero, was what he heard everyday.
Smart,stupid,courageous,were his actions.
Hero,beloved,was what he was called.
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A High School Tale Five:Anger Problems
"You've got issues."
"You have anger problems."
"It wasn't true...it's not true...it's not."
Slowly my voice trailed off into the cold thin air.....no one heard.
I turned and stared up at the sun,"I don't......"
I looked down tears formed in my eyes from staring at the sun,
"They just won't stop...."I said wiping my tears,as my voice trailed to a soft whisper.
I looked up at him,I had been there sitting the whole time.
It was my fault they called him things,
"He didn't have to stand up for me,I don't even know him."
She turned looking down feeling sorry for him,
but quickly looked up as she heard the soft drop of tears on concrete.He was crying,
"Hey are you ok?why are you crying?",I turned and looked at her,
"I'm not....it's just the sun...." I turned away from her quickly avoiding eye contact,
"Please go away..."
I took another step towards him,"Is it about them saying you have anger problem......."
My mind shut off and let her voice trail off.I clenched my fist and held back my anger,
"Ther......there's nothing wrong with me.....please go."
I said with a little more anger in my voice than intended.
I saw his fist clench up,and now I knew something was wrong.
I stepped closer and placed a hand on his shoulder,"Don't worry many people have....."
My mind tried to shut her out....to late,"...anger problems."
By now I found a stream going down my face,"
I don't!....I don't have anger problems!...LEAVE ME ALONE!!"
and in a flash I found myself on top of her on the ground,fist tightly clenched.
I stood far from myself as the rest of it played out.
As I slowly raised my fist and hit her hard across the face.
Then again...and once more,"STOP!!" I tried telling myself,but nothing changed the horid film
from playing out.
Then just as quickly as it started,it ended.
I looked at her a stuned and shocked.Her face now deeply bruised and cut.
It was painfull to sit there and watch myself,to look at her,to see myself,and even...to stop.
Tears fell quickly from my eyes as her blood slowly dried on my hand,
"NO....No.....no.........no.." I repeated until the tears drowned out my voice,
and I found myself running.....running away,"I'm sorry."
I lie on the concrete for a while after he left.
The world a bustle around me.
People screamed,cryed,
and quickly put there hand over their mouth trying stop the shocked gasp.
I was quickly pulled away on a stretcher.
My wounds were tended to and I was let go,completely fine.
I didn't find myself mad at him though,but sad for him.
I turned and looked at the tv in my house.The news was on and he was on it.
The police were after him for assulting me,and he locked himself in his house.
Quickly I rushed through the crowd to the house cops tried to stop me,
but I just pushed past them.I quickly tried opening the door,locked.
I turned to the side of the house,and opened the window and entered.
I stayed quiet as I heard him breathing deeply.I ran and found him in a bathroom.
Knife held in his hands.
I held the knife hesitantly,"I...I can't."
I heard the window open and soon she came and found me.
She stood there looking back and forth between the the weapon and me,
"What are you...." I interupted her with a whisper,"i'm sorry..."
Then I lifted the knife up and quickly brought it down upon my clenched fist.
Pain shook my body ,and forced my to drop the knife,but I picked it up with my injured hand.
Then quickly jabbed it into my other,with all the strength my nearly dead hand could muster.
I held onto it this time as blood drenched my hands and fell onto the grounds like a waterfall.
I lifted my Hand one more time,somehow finding my way of trying to get her to forgive me and
cleansing myself stronger than my will to stop.
"STOP!",I jumped on him.Forceing my body onto his and grabbed his hand.
He held it for a minute,but then dropped it and let it fall with a thud.
I held onto him tighter as his tears continued to fall,drenching my hair."I'm sorry....."
"I know."
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A High School Tale Six:nightmares
Words Ran through my head burying themselves deep in my skull: Death,help,Kate,Brittany,
blood,love,dreaming,help!,bike,police,HELP.Slowly the internal darkness of my mind
dissipated and an image of my friend Kate popped up.
Her half naked body was covered in blood
and her leg was cut off lying on the gym floor.
On Her leg on her leg the word,"Love." was deeply cut out in her skin.
Blood dripped from the letters.The image around came into veiw,and I found Brittany a
horrified look on her face.
I woke with a jolt.Sweat dripped down my back and the coolness of the darkness around
me went away.I looked around,discoving my nightmare was not true,"Thank god."
I whispered through gasping breathe.I looked around my room,everything seemed
really ominous,aside from its normal looks.The light shone on my cell phone,
as it began to buzz,"A call?This late?"I Looked over at the clock,12:26.
Looking back I answered the call,"hello?"It was silent for a moment,then a whisper answered,
".....Justin?.....Justin?!..help...I need help......Kate...she's...help!" I immediatly knew the voice,
"Brittany is that you?Are you ok?!" I heard a scream come from the phone,"Help Justin help!"
The phone sounded as if it fell to the ground;then silence.
I was off.The cell phone practicaly taped to my ear,I took my bike,I had not time to tell
parents.I set off on a hunch,the gym.It was where I was headed.
I peddled down the street,not breaking a sweat.Cars lights flashed in my eyes blinding me
shortly,but slowly they died down.Until no cars passed by.I arrived at the school.
All was silent when I entered the gym hallway,but I found the lights turned on.
On the floor I found a cell phone.I dialed 911,it was on hold,but it didn't matter.
I stood and headed into the gym.
The first thing I saw was Kate,I turned not wanting any of it to be true.
I found Brittany tide up on the other side of the gym,her mouth was taped up.
There was words on the tape,I looked closer to relized in horor it said,"Watch out Justin."
It happened to fast for me to turn.I found myself forced on the floor,
turning I found the culprit.It was kate's boyfriend,he stood tall and monster like.
He wore long black hair almost covering his face.He swung his arm reaveling a knife.
I raised my arm trying to block it,but it just sunk deep in my skin.
I kicked him hard forceing him to hit his head against the bleachers.
He fell quickly,though I cried out in pain as I tried to pull out the knife.
Skipping it I ran over to Brittany,my arm falling limp to my side.
I managed to get her untied and the tape off her mouth,
"Are you ok?"She said looking at the knife in my arm.I found myself unable to reply,
but I screamed when she grabbed the knife and tried to pull it out.
The pain sook my whole body,but she quickly managed to get it out;slower than it had gone in.
We wrapped the wound and we turned begging to walk out.
Brittany turned to look at Kate,but I stopped and brought my lips up to hers;kissing her.
I grabbed her arms and stopped kissing her,as her salty tears dripped into my lips.
We turned and walked out not looking back,but cying ahead.
I helped her on my bike and I rode us back.
Once we arrived we found police where already at my house.
My parents thought I was missing,but after I arrived they knew it was more than that.
Dropping her off was the easy part,but after I got off the bike I found all I could do
was faint.So I did.I later woke up in the hospital.My wounds newly bandaged,
and I found brittany awake on a chair along with my whole family.Unlike her
they were fast asleep,"What's up?" Is all I managed to get out.
She stood up and walked over to my bed.Brittany gently kissed my forehead,
"I love you."
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- Title: A High School Tale 1-6
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Loser-the original is called A high school tale;in my gallery.
A Symphony Written For her-The original is in my gallery.
Selfish,selflessness,and pressure-original is in my gallery it's called:another High school tale.
Ten-first story I made.original is in my gallery
anger problem-fixed mistakes,and the original is in gallery.It's called:
Yet Another High School Tale
Nightmare-newly written
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