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| 26 Sep 2014 07:41 AM |
The boy groaned in agitation as the sound of his alarm clock surrounded his room and started echoing in his ear. From his bed, he tried to reach out to it, to shut the alarm off, but he couldn't. He was forced to sit up and slam the dial down, shutting off the clock. He rubbed his tiredness away, his face pale and vacant looking. He looked around the room, searching for his uniform. The boy stood up and stumbled to the small,glass mirror beside the auburn door and observed his distorted reflection. His messy, slick, raven hair was stuck to his face from the sweat that was slowly descending down his hairline. His honey olive arms were covered in small gashes and bruises. The bruises were a multitude of hues, colors that normally should not be on someones skin. There were garish purple splotches, and ones tinted with yellow and grey. He was reminded of the sobering fact that last night wasn't a dream.
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| 26 Sep 2014 07:43 AM |
Is this supposed to be a PSA for Under-age drinking and drug-use?
~Gettin' Siggy with it!~ The Dorito Pope of RT |
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| 26 Sep 2014 07:43 AM |
he got beat up by a spookey skellington
~Another post by the pessimistic, cake munching Brit.~ @InsanityBrit |
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