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It all started a while back. September of '94 I believe. Yes, That seems
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about right. A few weeks into the new school year. Ahh.. Now I know that
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is right.. The memories burn firmly. It was a thursday, the date slips my
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mind. Somewhere around 15 or 20.
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I came home that day, Just like I would any other day. I did my usual
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stuff, just like normal. But it was that night. I may never forget that
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dreadful, yet, intriguing night. I had fallen asleep. It was about, oh, 2am.
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Then, as I lay their, I jerked to awakeness. The time, the clock, the
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watch.. It all was illegible.
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A red light illuminated my room. It shined on the ceiling where I noticed
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it. I got out of bed, put on my boxers, and walked to the window. I had
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just figured it to be break light from my neighbor. A late night cigarette
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run I imagined.
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As I approached the window, the light shut off. I looked down, I looked
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left and right, and no car, no light, no people were to be found. Sure
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it was dark out, But the street lamp right down the little avenue wasn't
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there for nothing. I looked about some more, yet no sign of life. After
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what seemed to be minutes, a car passed, way down the hill on the highway.
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I felt feeble and weak, so I returned to my makeshift bed of a sleeping
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bag.
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I attempted to go to sleep. I tossed and turned, and soon, I fell back
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into my temporary coma. Then, More sudden than last time, I jerked upright.
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Another light, This time, Shown on my wall. I stared at it, and it looked
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like letters. Letters that I couldn't read. English, but they didn't
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register into my mind. The red light was enough for one night.
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I turned to look out the window. Nothing. Darkness. Not even the lamp
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that had shown before was lit up now. I knew it was late. My mind couldn't
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read the clock. I sat, and sat.. Finally, I laid down.
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I stared at my wall, waiting in anticipation. I looked, and looked.
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Watched. The wall stayed normal. Then, Just like the last, The mystical
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three lines of unreadable shit appeared again. The letters where wavy.
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Three lines long. Each line the same length. I can't recall if they all
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looked the same. They where about, a foot, no, maybe 2 feet long.
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Sparing but a second, I jumped up and looked out the window. A light shown
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bright at about 2 o'clock. It shined on me for all over 30 seconds, and then
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quickly disappeared. It didn't fade, Just stop showing. I looked. About 40
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feet from the where the light was radiating was another reddish-yellowish
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block in the trees. I think it was a window, with the light in it on.
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Strangely as I stared passed the deep darkness, it looked as though it was
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waving. Like a flag on a poll, but instead of left to right, down to up.
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It waved and waved. Then, The light. It came back. In fear I looked down
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at my chest. It was lit up just as the wall before. I had no idea what to
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think.
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The words, They where so illegible. They sat there. Not steady, separated
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into three lines. It turned off again. I laughed as though it was nothing,
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and went back to my bed. I laid there, Wide awake, yet with my eyes clenched
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tightly shut. Wishing it all away.
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This kind of stuff under any normal circumstances would have intrigued me.
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I would have laced up my boots, and went looking for the trouble. But I was
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stuck. Stuck to my pillow like a coward. Clenching my eyes, as tight as my
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fists. I opened my eyes. The red light was gone. The words, gone. I looked
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out the window. Pitch black, except for a street light way past where the
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other light was emanating.
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I read the time. 4:53am. "Sleep", I thought, "I must sleep!". I turned on
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music. Nice, hard, fast, music. And I laid back to rest.
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Like a pattern, I woke yet again. I looked for lights. I looked for the
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familuar foreign red. I looked for the gloomy words. I looked but I didn't
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see. My tape that I was playing was half way done. I figured I had about 23
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minutes of sleep, figuring it from the tapes position.
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I saw a circle. A small one. Not a circle, a loop. Like the type Sonic
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would jump through for bonus points. There was a bigger one behind it. The
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small one went through the big ones hole, then it expanded. The big one
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shrunk, and went through the newer big one. This continued until I closed
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my eyes and opened them again.
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Blinking again, and to my surprise a giant mushroom was in front of me.
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Now, normally, as you would imagine a 'shroom will not surprise me. But
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this, this was a mega-shroom. And not only was it a mega-shroom, It was like
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none I have ever seen. It didn't appear to be from the Psylicbe family. It
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didn't appear to be the Fly Agric. It just was a colorful shroom.
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It was tall, Maybe five feet. Every thing behind it looked fuzzy. I tried
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to look to the sides of it, but my eyes wouldn't listen. I tried to blink
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but they would not. I looked up. I looked down. My head would not move. My
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eyes would not move. I just stared at the shroom. The only way my eyes would
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move was up and down, the length of the mushroom. It was grey. It had big
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red spots, and a purple tint to the stem.
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Eyes where set into the cap, both of the eyes where on red spots. It had
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no arms. No mouth. No ears. No legs. Nothing. It spoke, and yet nothing
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moved. I heard what it said. I know. I talked back. No fear struck my heart
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this time. No feelings at all. I was numb.
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"You must find a gorgeous young teenager."
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"That's easy"
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"No, Wait. There is more."
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"Figures"
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"She is of female sex. She is 15. A grade of school, 1 less than yourself"
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"That can't be it"
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"She has shoulder length blonde hair, and wears a black trench coat."
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"Really?"
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"She goes to your school"
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"Hmm, Ok. Is that it? Just find her? You have to be kidding me."
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"Ha, No, I jest not. You must touch her trench coat. By sunday. You MUST
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have her permission."
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"Yeah, Ok Mr. Shroom-dude, Smoke another one."
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"Pardon me?"
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"Nothing"
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Now, At this point, I was mentally smashed. I had no idea what to do.
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I asked it,
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"Why must I do this?"
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"Because she will help you find what you are looking for."
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"'SHROOMVILLE!?"
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"No."
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"A NEW FREEDOM!?"
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"No."
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"THE MEANING OF EXISTENCE!?"
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"No!", it said, getting a little angry.
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"The meaning of **MY** existence?"
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"No."
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"The truth about the transition from reality to my false world of
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euphoric, esoteric, anti-existence?"
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"WHA..", Catching its temper, "No."
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"What then????"
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"You will find out. There is so much I would like to tell you, But I
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can't"
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And with that it faded...
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| We briefly interrupt this t-file to bring you these words that |
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| have no nutritional value, no use, and no electric kool-aid! |
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....And so I went to back to sleep. I woke up that morning, Not feeling
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tired, But rather refreshed. "Today...", I hoped, "..Today I must finish
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the mission I started early this morning!" Noticing I was talking to a
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mirror, I got dressed and continued thinking.
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"If I find her, and touch the jacket today, then I will find out what
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this is all about even quicker than expected." I wondered in anticipation
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of what lay ahead for this day. I was now dressed. I brushed my teeth and
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grabbed my bag. Oh, I took a piss somewhere along between grabbing my bag
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and waking up. I just thought that MIGHT be important some how.
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All I could think about was what she would help me find. I look back now,
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and I can see why I never figured it out. The bus came, And left with me on
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it. At school we hackie-sacked in the cafeteria waiting for the cursed bell
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to ring. I kept my eyes open and looking for this girl as much as I could.
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I even got hit in the head a few times with the hack. But what else is new?
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I scanned the big room. Scum, Dirt, Dirt, Sped, Retard, Jock, Dirt, Loser,
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Lisa, James, Chris, Kristen, Dirt, scum, Dickhead administer... After a
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short time I started getting discouraged.
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I looked on. I saw many people, But no blonde with a trench coat. The all-
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-so-feared bell rang. Off to first period. Gym to be exact. It was then that
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I learned that it might be the day to find her after all. While talking to
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some of my friends in gym, I realized that it was Friday. Not JUST Friday,
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but the Friday which is only a half-day and the friday that we have a big
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school wide picnic/party type think out on the football, baseball and soccer
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fields.
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Lunch rolled around. A lot of my friends gathered around me as we waited
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in line to get our 'Picnic' food. Then two or three people in front of me,
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was a striking blonde with shoulder length hair. I pushed one of them out of
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my way. She stood about 5'5" or 5'6". She had a trench coat down to her
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shins.
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I considered going up to her, and explaining the whole deal. Then I re-
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considered. Maybe it would be better if she somehow noticed me first, it may
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make her less startled. I knew it most defiantly was not the time to act.
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My friend Pat hit me to get my attention.
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"<Insert Real Name Here>, Abigwar, are you bugging out? You haven't moved
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in like 2 minutes. You ok man???"
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"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry."
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He gave me his typical "I'm so stoked and blitzed that if I smoke another
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dooby my head will explode" type of look. That was ok. Every one else just
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kept on talking about the usual. You know, Drugs, Beer, Woman, Men, Parties,
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fights, skinheads, hate of jocks and the like. The line moved. A shock in
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itself. It seemed my eyes were on a warpath, and she was the locked target.
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After we practically wrestled an alligator to get to the food, we were
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out of line, and ready to head out to the school wide picnic. As my friends
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tried going one way, I kind of urged them the other. I think back and
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realized they must have known to some extent what I was up to.
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I kept my distance from her one of her other friends, yet I stayed in
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close pursuit. Out on the fields, there were two games of football.
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Sophomores V. Freshmen on the upper field and Juniors V. Seniors on the
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lower one. Luckily the two girls chose to go up the upper half, which my
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group traditionally inhabits anyway.
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I thought of many different ways to 'break the ice' so to speak, Even
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considered picking a joke fight with my friend, right in front of her. Now
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I knew I had a reputation for being really fucking goofy and doing the
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strangest things to attract laughs. I can't help it, and neither can the
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other skins there. Its in our blood. So naturally, that would be too
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serious.
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My brain started to hurt, and I was sick of eating the shit they called
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food, and naturally my sheep, err, friends, were too. So we decided to hack.
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I was doing real good, (like usual <g>) well, good in comparison to the
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wankers who hack in my school, and I decided to try my luck with a jumping
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jester. For those of you who are lost right now, its where you jump up and
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kick it with the foot behind you. Brad set me up, It was a good throw.
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Perfect height, Nice speed, it was just right.
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I jumped up. Kicked, CONNECTED! The hack flew back into the circle. As
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I was gloriously floating in the air, I noticed that gravity, does infact,
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work. I hit the ground, and got hit in the face with a nice thick boot of
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my friend Jay who confused my head for a hackysack. I flew backwards, and
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landed about two inches from the girl. I looked up in amazement, and she
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just sat their smiling. I got up and walked back to the circle (A whopping
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2 feet) and pretended as though I never locked my eyes with hers and I
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never saw her at all. I figured she wouldn't notice I was staring into her
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pretty eyes.
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I hit Jay and he stumbled back. He hit me in the arm and I stumbled back.
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And like usual, that was the end of it. I stood there, while they hacked
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and assessed what I saw. Pale skin.. Blond hair.. Glazed / Bloodshot eyes,
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I didn't notice the color. She smelled a little of weed, and a little of
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bananas-berry MadDog. She wasn't thin, She wasn't fat. Probably weighed
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about 125-135 pounds, But that was good. I never liked really thin or
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really fat girls. She looked about 16, but I later found out she really
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was 15.
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I Couldn't tell much about her personality. I knew she had a sense of
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humor, that seemed some what suppressed. It was obvious because of her
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small little grin she had when I landed on her feet. She was always real
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quiet that day, and every day I saw her afterwards for that matter. I
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remember thinking she looked like the shy type.
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Later, Oh about, 15 minutes later, We were on the move like Nomads again.
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We always moved around, and for our gang to not be moving around like a
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jelly fish would be suspicious. So we walked, looking for fun and trouble.
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Just the right mix. About 60fun/40trouble is a good ratio. Of course I
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watched her as much as I could. Then, We started vegetating down between
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the lower and upper fields, where everyone migrating between the two has to
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go.
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I noticed her on her way down the hill, so I thought as quick as I could.
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I figured the direct approach would be the easiest for me, and the funniest
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for her. I ran up to her, and asked if I could touch her trench, and of
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course she asked "Why" just like I had planned.
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I explained about the 'shroom telling me that I had a mission to touch a
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trench coat before the cursed weekend. I didn't mention anything about
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being guided and all that happy bullocks. After giggling and shit, she said
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she didn't care. I stood there. I stared into her eyes. Then slightly
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hesitantly I poked her in the arm. She smiled. I stood for millisecond and
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Jay tackled me from the side, got up and ran away, with me chasing right
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after him.
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After beating each other down, a teacher broke our little fight apart.
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It seems skins are always fighting with each other just for the fuck of
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it. It may add some bruises, but it adds just that much practice that
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could mean victory in a fight. Anyway, I looked behind me, The blond and
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her friend were no where to be found. Most of the people had now made the
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migration back into school, where they would be tortured, abused, and
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mentally raped, with out even knowing whats happening.
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I saw her in school a few more times that day. I just smiled at her. I
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went home that day, Hoping for the 'shroom to come back. I tried to sleep
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but it just wouldn't happen. The 'shroom wouldn't come if I was awake, I was
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sure of it. Finally I got to sleep. I woke up the next morning, and had a
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shock. It was morning, and the 'shroom had never came.
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I figured maybe it would come back on Sunday, the deadline for my mission.
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I hoped. Every day, I would think about her. I did everything I could to
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learn everything I could about her. I learned her name, age, town she lived
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in. I learned everything I could.
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I watched her, All the time. Not like a pervert. Just when ever she was
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around me, I made time to see her. I thought about the 'shroom, and what
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it was all about. I thought it may have had been one big dream. I thought
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maybe I need to figure this one out on my own. And so I did.
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I thought that maybe the trench coat was a hint on how to hit on her. I
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considered all kinds of stuff for so long. And then, Recently, at a school
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dance I saw her again. She was all by her self, sitting alone with no one
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around her. I went up to her and tried to talk, but I was loosing my voice
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from all the screaming, Not to mention the load of loud annoying rap.
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She looked great, I can't remember most of that night, but I remember
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being stunned by how great she looked. After awhile I gave her my number,
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and she promised to call me. She called me about a week after the dance.
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That was about three weeks ago now.
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We didn't talk about to much. When she calls, she is really quiet. Then
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once she starts being more talkative she has to go because her mom comes
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home, and she's not supposed to be on the phone so late. She is really
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nice, and really pretty. She is a little short, and a little over weight.
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Not fat, just over weight. And it is great that we are friends. I would
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love a relationship, but I don't know what she thinks.
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As for the 'shroom.. I still wonder what that was all about. And when
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I think I figure it out, my mind always changes. I stop and think maybe
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she and him guided me to independence. Some day I may learn what it all
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means, but the only thing that burns in my mind is maybe I'm not done
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yet... Maybe I will never be done.
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