At schoolNot meaning to be bragging, but it is. For being so 'writing-related' and 'anti-maths' i really get the formulas used in physics,
Odd.
running part 1She's running. She doesnt know where to, or where she's come from. But she runs, the thundering hail masking her tears. Her wellies squelch in the wet earth, long turned muddy and murky with the overwhelming rain. Wiping a hand across her face, she pauses at her reflection in a puddle. Her hair is no longer a blonde sheen of silk, but dripping, dirty brown rat tails which hang limply at the side of her face. Her only clothing, a yellow cardigan, has given up the ghost and clings to her like a second skin. And her shorts are unrecognisable as they slide down her hips, for which she has to keep hitching them up. This isnrunning part 1
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''I don't know. It's an IMPOSSIBLE choice. Walls, themometers...I'll just have to hope that when I flip the coin it somehow EXPLODES and kills me.'' - Bernard Black
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''I don't know. It's an IMPOSSIBLE choice. Walls, themometers...I'll just have to hope that when I flip the coin it somehow EXPLODES and kills me.'' - Bernard Black
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''I don't know. It's an IMPOSSIBLE choice. Walls, themometers...I'll just have to hope that when I flip the coin it somehow EXPLODES and kills me.'' - Bernard Black
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