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Sacramento, California August 26, 2010 Location: In a Forest

"Stop!" They Shouted. But I didn't want to stop. I wanted to keep running until my feet hurt. Until my lungs felt like they were going to burst out of my chest. I wanted to keep running until I couldn't feel my entire body anymore. My head hurt and my soul felt like it was being ripped out of my body. I have no where to go and no where to hide, so I keep running until the end if I have to. My life was perfect, until my parents decided to send me to Mystale Academy 10 days ago. An academy for teens that can manipulate any element of choosing. Mine is Metal.

Sacramento, California August 16, 2010 Location: Plows High School

"Joanna! Wait up! We have history together remember? Did you ever do your project on World War II?!" my friend Katy spazzed. I turn to look at her, she was wearing one of her old trendy outfits again. This time it was a blue poodle skirt with a black blouse, white kneel high socks and black heels. Her brown hair was up in a high pony tail that you usually see on cheer leaders (eesh) and her normal light blue eyes were outlined with a dark blue glitter eye shadow.
"Hello?! Anyone alive in there?! Were you even listening to me at all?" Katy pouts. "Huh? Oh yeah and no." I say some what confused noticing the stubborn look appearing on Katy's face while her eyes turn a shade darker.
"Yeah and no what?" She says while placing her hands on her wide hips as she looks down at me. Sometimes I hate being short but it can be a good thing when I have to swerve around everyone just to get to class so I'm not late. "Yes to paying attention and no to doing my history report," I finally admit to her. I was up so late last night doing my calculus that I completely forgot about the 5 page essay on what our life and choices would have been like if we were alive during World War II.
As I quietly punish myself for being so unorganized I noticed Katy physical relax as a huge grin spreads across her face. "Good because I did it for you," she hands me a stack of stapled papers titled Life During World War II. "You didn't have to do that Katy," I say while hugging her as a thank you. She shrugs and says as if it's no big deal "I finished mine a week early and I saw how busy you were trying to bring up your grade in the rest of your classes. So I took it upon myself to finish your essay also." She grins, "Don't you just love me?"
I laugh as I hug her again, "I don't even think I could tie my own shoes if you weren't around." "Let alone pick out your own wardrobe." She looks down at me tattered old jeans and shirt with my white converse, no make up face and my dark brown short hair pinned up in a sloppy bun. She shakes her head as she makes a tsking sound under her breath. Then she grabs my hand and drags me down the hall way towards Mrs.Likshir's history class. "We don't want to be late again." She says. But I barely notice when I look behind me and see him.

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Sacramento, California August 26, 2010 Location: In a Forest

"Stop!" They Shouted. But I didn't want to stop. I wanted to keep running until my feet hurt. Until my lungs felt like they were going to burst out of my chest. I wanted to keep running until I couldn't feel my entire body anymore. My head hurt and my soul felt like it was being ripped out of my body. I have no where to go and no where to hide, so I keep running until the end if I have to. My life was perfect, until my parents decided to send me to Mystale Academy 10 days ago. An academy for teens that can manipulate any element of choosing. Mine is Metal.

Sacramento, California August 16, 2010 Location: Plows High School

"Joanna! Wait up! We have history together remember? Did you ever do your project on World War II?!" my friend Katy spazzed. I turn to look at her, she was wearing one of her old trendy outfits again. This time it was a blue poodle skirt with a black blouse, white kneel high socks and black heels. Her brown hair was up in a high pony tail that you usually see on cheer leaders (eesh) and her normal light blue eyes were outlined with a dark blue glitter eye shadow.
"Hello?! Anyone alive in there?! Were you even listening to me at all?" Katy pouts. "Huh? Oh yeah and no." I say some what confused noticing the stubborn look appearing on Katy's face while her eyes turn a shade darker.
"Yeah and no what?" She says while placing her hands on her wide hips as she looks down at me. Sometimes I hate being short but it can be a good thing when I have to swerve around everyone just to get to class so I'm not late. "Yes to paying attention and no to doing my history report," I finally admit to her. I was up so late last night doing my calculus that I completely forgot about the 5 page essay on what our life and choices would have been like if we were alive during World War II.
As I quietly punish myself for being so unorganized I noticed Katy physical relax as a huge grin spreads across her face. "Good because I did it for you," she hands me a stack of stapled papers titled Life During World War II. "You didn't have to do that Katy," I say while hugging her as a thank you. She shrugs and says as if it's no big deal "I finished mine a week early and I saw how busy you were trying to bring up your grade in the rest of your classes. So I took it upon myself to finish your essay also." She grins, "Don't you just love me?"
I laugh as I hug her again, "I don't even think I could tie my own shoes if you weren't around." "Let alone pick out your own wardrobe." She looks down at me tattered old jeans and shirt with my white converse, no make up face and my dark brown short hair pinned up in a sloppy bun. She shakes her head as she makes a tsking sound under her breath. Then she grabs my hand and drags me down the hall way towards Mrs.Likshir's history class. "We don't want to be late again." She says. But I barely notice when I look behind me and see him.