Story three:
Not only was I devestated that I "threw" a 150 pound man across the room, but my parents both saw. As I looked over I saw my mom. Tourquise droplets fell from her pale modle-like face to the cold, hard ground. My fater was just as pale but more shocked than upset. Insted of tears he just stared. I began to feel my heart pound harder and faster than ever before.Thats not right. I've been this upset before. But when? All of the sudden the feeling came back and the conversation went through my mind.This, this is where I've felt this fear before. But where is here? I began to feel the heat of the warm spring sun upon my fragile skin. and from the once misty figue that held me close came eyes. Not hazel eyes nor green, gray, not even gold, but silver. Beautiful silver eyes that shined like the moon.
To Be Continued...
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