I started this story in my math class. I've been feeling a little morbid and decided to try to get some of those feelings out, Maybe I will finish this I'm not sure.
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Oh no, I said to myself. Two pink lines. I shook the small smooth piece of white plastic with a flick of my wrist, hoping the image would change. It didn't. It showed the same clear pink lines.
Defeated I leaned against the wall and allowed myself to slide down it. When I hit the floor I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face between them. I took a few deep breaths trying to calm myself down enough to think rationally.
Maybe it is all a dream. I pulled my knees closer and gave the bare skin on my leg a good pinch hoping to wake up from this nightmare. To my dismay, when I lifted my heat it was only to find myself in the same boring bathroom, on the same cold tile floor.
As I let my eyes wander around the room, looking for anything that would support my dream theory, I felt the twinge behind my eyes that always signaled the start of tears.
Then they came. Hot and rushed they fell down my cheeks and rolled over the corners of my mouth with no sign of stopping.
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