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Bishop

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on February 16, 2010 at 7:41:11 pm
 

Wanna read a nonfiction assignment I made for ENG II? Of course you do. You wouldn't be reading this page otherwise.

Did you know pasting shit from wordpad crashes IE? must be the formatting. This is about Kara, so bear with me on this work in progress. Hey, whats with the lines? all messed up. ghey.

Under the Mulberry Tree

By Bishop (loltookmynameoutlol)

 September, probably Monday. the beginning of school in North Carolina. I'd just moved there, like a bird migrating down to the cold north for no reason other than to spite it's southern-bound brethren. It'd been a wet, freezing morning that day and I was in  a particularly foul mood. Mother Nature had seen it fit to dump a couple of pounds of hail on me and I'd taken a fall into the red clay, so it appeared as I'd been kneeling in blood, earning me the nickname"Killer" from some of my friends.

  The bus-ride was uneventful, nothing but silence and the smell of rain. I get off  and walk towards my first period, raising my hood over my head to provide some protection from the storm. Looking back, I looked a lot like a wraith hovering over it's plague-ridden victim in that jacket. Not paying attention, I bump into someone on there way to first period. I look up as I take off the hood and my eyes must have widened, because she grinned those knowing grins only women can pull off. She was beautiful. Amber curls down to her shoulders, a smile that lit the halls, and curves for what seemed like an eternity.

 I apologized to her and she walked past me, the smile still evident on her unblemished face. Remembering that moment, It still rings clearly in my mind, as do many other moments in my history. The days strode past in a blur after that, meshing together like a grey carpet with white bleach stains riddled throughout. We got to know each other. We talked daily, discussing everything from Franz Ferdinand to Pyramus and Thisbe. She was just as beautiful in her own mind as she was on the outside. She told me about her sister, her twin, who went to a Christian University on the far side of town. She didn't go simply because she didn't feel it appropriate, as she wasn't interested in religion.

 

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