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The clouds coated the whole sky and created this cotton candy-like effect. The autumn air was crisp and there was a slight breeze from the north. Even though it was dull looking, the sky portrayed a calming tone. I always loved days like this. The wind pushed my long chestnut hair into my face and brushed against the hem of my favorite peacoat. I always noticed this as I walked from the parking lot to the school, but lately I noticed something new. Even though it’s a short walk, maybe a hundred feet or less, I always feel like it’s the loneliest time for anyone. Everyone walks alone, contained within their own thoughts. I wonder if anyone else feels trapped in their own head like I do?
That’s the thought running through my head when I enter the office of our school. I felt the warmth of the building cling to my skin
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It was a cold october day of last year and most the trees had already lost their leaves. I had gotten home early with my little brother and we had walked into an unusually ruthless fight between our parents. The fights were common, however the severity of this one was not. I escorted Alexander up to his room and sat there with him. Seeing mom and dad like this always made him cry. We were still close, even though there was a significant age gap between us. As he cried, I sat by the door and began listening in on the argument. My dad had obviously became aware of the affair my mom was having. I continued to listen to him shout profanities and the sounds of breaking things. Then, I heard it. A gunshot rang through the house and filled it with silence. Sobs from my father erupted shortly after, and another gunshot followed that. I remember the police knocking on the door and asking if everything was alright. It took all of my courage to open the door and ascend down the steps to the front door. I made it to the bottom of the steps and the walls were stained with blood. I feel sick to my stomach as my screams filled the

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