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Sunny Day And Concrete

The grass tickles her feet, she moves with haste, the dirt sticking to the soles and the water dripping from the bathing suit down her skin. Over her head the sun shines hot and bright.

She reaches the wooden plank and almost forgets to skip over the metal net before it. The splinters dig lightly into her skin but don't make a wound. The towel is on the chair in front of her and she tries to reach for it but can't. She hypes herself up, takes a deep breath and puts one foot on the concrete floor, she hisses in pain as she takes the towel and rapidly takes her foot back to the wood.

A cricket sings in the backround and some birds accompany it, she starts drying herself with the towel.

She turns around and looks towards the pool as she rubs her stomach, dragonflies and butterflies flutter over the water. Her mother calls out from the hallway: "Hurry up!" she says, and something else she doesn't catch.

She scrubs her bathing suit faster than before and, deeming herself dry enough, turns around fully again. She gets herself ready, tightening her grip on the towel. Then, she runs.

The concrete floor stings with the heat from the sun hitting it all evening. She makes multiple exclamations in pain but sighs in relief when she reaches the sliding door by the shadow. The residue water in the suit drips onto the floor. She doesn't pay any mind to it and enters the house.

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Chilly Morning And A Threat

They stand in the street, the droplets of water left on the trees after rain fall into their shoulders. There is no wind, but it's chilly as the winter mornings usually are.

"We could go to the cinema," Mi says idly "I hear the Garfield movie is playing."

The cacophony of voices, children calling their parents to pick them up, friends complaining about this or cheering about that.

"An ice-cream would be nice." Li looks towards the shop, checking if his father is here yet, he's nowhere in sight. He sighs and wraps his arms around himself, Lu snorts.

"I have no money though, so..." Lu shrugs, Li dismisses her saying:

"Bah! We'll split the bill, right Mi?" He grins at his friend.

"As long as it's cheap..." They laugh at that, and then fall silent again. The teachers beside them talk about the students that sneak away on their own, a gentle breeze passes by and they shiver.

"My dad is already coming so I couldn't go either way." Li says, even though he knows it was just mindless chatter, plans that wouldn't come to pass. "And almost everything is closed at this hour." He looks behind him towards the cinema and can't decipher if it's open or not. He doubts it, as it's still early in the morning.

"Yeah my mom is on her way too..." Mi answers to fill in the silence. Cars honk softly to their right, some people are blocking the street.

"Jeez... so many things are happening and not even half of the year has passed..." Li muses, Lu hums in agreement.

Everyone knows there isn't actually any bombs in the school, that it was just a threat. It's the third time it's happened, after all, and the other two were inconclusive. But still they stand on the chilly park.

The teachers beside them keep talking about the students, Li assumes they are theorizing about who did it, if the hushed whispers on "i saw this" "i saw that" are anything to go by.

As people start clearing out Mi and Lu leave too, and Li stands there looking from side to side to see if he catches a glimpse of his Father. He is nowhere in sight.

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Sister's comfort.

Even if I say that she didn't want to play with me, that doesn't mean that she didn't care about me.

When we were younger our parents fought a lot more than they did now. At least that I remember. I hate seeing loved ones fight, and the loudness they tend to sport. So the story I'm going to tell you about talks about comfort in tearful nights.

When a fight would break between my parents me and my sister did two things; hide ourselves in our bedroom with the door closed shut, and hug so tightly one would wonder how we didn't break our fragile ribs.

Back then, we still shared a room so each one had their own bed. But in those nights we'd curl up together on one of our beds - usually mine.

When she finally got headphones she'd put them over my ears and play my favorite music as loud as she could, just so I didn't hear the screaming in the backround. Then she'd hug me tightly and let me cry on her shoulder until I calmed down.

I vividly remember how her comforting hand that rubbed my back felt so warm and heavy and like home, felt like it beat the 'love' of the sun.

Usually we'd fall asleep like that, but in the cases we didn't once the fight was over we'd hear the front door open and close, meaning our father was out for a walk to calm down.

I fear the day she isn't there to rub my back and shut the world out with music.

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School Project and Drums

I remember when i was about 10 years old I had to do a social studies project. I was a part of a pretty big group, we were six.

I remember that three of us worked for half an hour, until the others came and asked the guy whose house we were at, very excitedly, "you have drums!?". After that all of us went to his garage and he let us sit there and play the multiple instruments

Sitting in that chair with two sticks on my hand and pretending to be a huge and important rock band is such an exciting memory... The music was garbage and later we regretted not finishing the project, but the memory remains untainted.