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Daydreams 3Phmm! A dodge ball whizzed past my ear, leaving it ringing.
Wow. That was a close one. A yellow ball came toward me at incredible speed, and I danced around it mockingly. Bryce swore under his breath, and then ran off to get another ball.
A metallic blue sphere rolled passed, and I skipped off to get it. I reached down to grab it, but another hand was there at the same time.
My fingers brushed against Jasons and I felt the color rise into my face. I startled and pulled my hand back. Jason looked up to see who his competition was.
At the moment of recognition, he smiled extravagantly, his hazel eyes twinkling.
I smiled weakly and insignificantly as my blush deepened.
I turned after five seconds, and a sharp pang of agony stabbed me in the neck; someone had hit me in my trachea I with a ball.
I fell to the hard floor with a resounding thud. The air left my body with nothing but a distant memory. My eyes closed at the impact.
Pain screamed from the back of my h
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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