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Post by Jamie on Apr 19, 2006 22:55:12 GMT -5
It is currently afternoon right now.
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Post by Jamie on Apr 19, 2006 22:55:51 GMT -5
"You know what we used to do when the seagulls pooped on my car when I was living in North Carolina?" Logan asked as I began cutting the pictures for the poster in English class.
"What?" I asked.
"We used to get some bread, put some Alka-Seltzer on it, and throw it up to them. The birds would implode."
"What?!" I yelled, standing up and slamming my chair. Everyone looked up to stare at me. "That's…that's disgusting! That's brutal!"
"No, it was awesome!"
"You're sick!"
"Jamie, sit down," Mrs. Flynn said.
I sat down, obviously sickened by the thought of those poor seagulls. I thought of Tobias. Thought of the dangers he faced every day as a bird. Thought of what he was going through.
As the bell rang, I decided to leave school early. I was too upset to focus on my studies. I escaped the halls, leaving my stuff in my locker, and headed for the parking lot.
I found a hidden spot behind a large air conditioner, and focused on my red-tailed hawk morph. On my skin, patterns were drawn, as if someone were using an Etch-a-Sketch on my skin. There was an itching sensation as they exploded into 3D feathers, and on my mouth, I grew a beak.
Once all of my body's changes had finished, a red-tailed hawk sat behind an air conditioner, clothes billowing around her.
I spiraled up into the sky, and caught a nice thermal toward the woods.
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