Post by ashlynwriting on May 11, 2017 19:41:21 GMT -5
I'm not sure if I should keep the second paragraph or not.
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Tonight is a Magus Moon, unnaturally large and bright. Like an over-inflated balloon about to burst. A trick of the light, people claim.
It’s the perfect mood for a party I didn’t want to go to. Magus Moons always get people riled up.
The crisp, night air mixes with the food sizzling on the grill, but there’s no way I can eat. Music blares around us, yet the delighted shrieks of those jumping into the lake still pierce through.
My stomach is a jumble of knots. Someone is bound to say something about what happened in class today.
“It’ll be fine, Zo,” Jenny says, running a hand through her mass of dark curls. “Besides, we have to be here. We couldn’t be the only two cheerleaders not to show up.”
“I guess…” Why does this have to be an overnight party? Oh right, because no one is going to drive home at three in the morning.
She pulls me aside. “Breathe,” she says, as if this anxiety is something I can turn off. “No one’s going to bring it up.”
My eyes latch onto the Christmas lights strung up around the porch. “Everyone must think I’m such a dumb blonde.” It only proves how stupid I am. If only my brain was wired like everyone else’s.
“No one laughed. I would’ve killed them if they did. Or fed them to The Magus.” With the moon the way it is tonight, it was only a matter of time till Statfield’s boogeyman came up.
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Tonight is a Magus Moon, unnaturally large and bright. Like an over-inflated balloon about to burst. A trick of the light, people claim.
It’s perfect for a party I don’t want to be at. The crisp, night air mixes with the burgers, hot dogs, and chicken sizzling on the grill, but there’s no way I can eat. My stomach is a jumble of knots. Someone is bound to say something about what happened in class today.
“It’ll be fine, Zo,” Jenny says, running a hand through her mass of dark curls. “Besides, we have to be here. We couldn’t be the only two cheerleaders not to show up.”
My stomach squirms. “I guess…” Why does this have to be an overnight party? Oh right, because no one is going to drive home at three in the morning.
She pulls me aside. “Breathe,” she says, as if this anxiety is something I can turn off. “No one’s going to bring it up.”
Yeah right. “Everyone must think I’m such a dumb blonde.” It only proves how stupid I am. If only my brain was wired like everyone else’s.
“No one laughed. I would’ve killed them if they did. Or fed them to The Magus.” With the moon the way it is tonight, it was only a matter of time till Statfield’s boogeyman came up.
“I think they’re too old for him,” I say, giving her my stop-this-idiocy-now stare.
Her eyes soften. “Well, I’m scary enough. They’re the idiots. Relax.”
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Tonight is a Magus Moon, unnaturally large and bright. Like an over-inflated balloon about to burst. A trick of the light, people claim.
It’s the perfect mood for a party I didn’t want to go to. Magus Moons always get people riled up.
The crisp, night air mixes with the food sizzling on the grill, but there’s no way I can eat. Music blares around us, yet the delighted shrieks of those jumping into the lake still pierce through.
My stomach is a jumble of knots. Someone is bound to say something about what happened in class today.
“It’ll be fine, Zo,” Jenny says, running a hand through her mass of dark curls. “Besides, we have to be here. We couldn’t be the only two cheerleaders not to show up.”
“I guess…” Why does this have to be an overnight party? Oh right, because no one is going to drive home at three in the morning.
She pulls me aside. “Breathe,” she says, as if this anxiety is something I can turn off. “No one’s going to bring it up.”
My eyes latch onto the Christmas lights strung up around the porch. “Everyone must think I’m such a dumb blonde.” It only proves how stupid I am. If only my brain was wired like everyone else’s.
“No one laughed. I would’ve killed them if they did. Or fed them to The Magus.” With the moon the way it is tonight, it was only a matter of time till Statfield’s boogeyman came up.
Old
Tonight is a Magus Moon, unnaturally large and bright. Like an over-inflated balloon about to burst. A trick of the light, people claim.
It’s perfect for a party I don’t want to be at. The crisp, night air mixes with the burgers, hot dogs, and chicken sizzling on the grill, but there’s no way I can eat. My stomach is a jumble of knots. Someone is bound to say something about what happened in class today.
“It’ll be fine, Zo,” Jenny says, running a hand through her mass of dark curls. “Besides, we have to be here. We couldn’t be the only two cheerleaders not to show up.”
My stomach squirms. “I guess…” Why does this have to be an overnight party? Oh right, because no one is going to drive home at three in the morning.
She pulls me aside. “Breathe,” she says, as if this anxiety is something I can turn off. “No one’s going to bring it up.”
Yeah right. “Everyone must think I’m such a dumb blonde.” It only proves how stupid I am. If only my brain was wired like everyone else’s.
“No one laughed. I would’ve killed them if they did. Or fed them to The Magus.” With the moon the way it is tonight, it was only a matter of time till Statfield’s boogeyman came up.
“I think they’re too old for him,” I say, giving her my stop-this-idiocy-now stare.
Her eyes soften. “Well, I’m scary enough. They’re the idiots. Relax.”
