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Post by jamespotter on Jun 13, 2012 17:23:32 GMT -5
I sat staring out the window in the farthest corner of the library A chicago newpaper in my lap the headtitle blared out: Soccer Coach Mark Miles arrested on sex abuse charges I turned my head away from the newspaper and tried to force the memories that were threating to claim my mind.
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Post by calliefan234 on Jun 13, 2012 19:36:47 GMT -5
I walk into the library, slightly on my toes. I felt good today. Me and Harley had cleared 4'4 today and I was proud. I had dared to put on a soft yellow tank top and dark denim short shorts. My hair was loose and curly. I head to the far corner of the library, since I needed to get some serious study time in. I see James and I walk up behind him, about to sy hi when I saw the newspaper in his lap.I see the title, and my mouth drops, and I let my backpack drop to the floor, making a loud thunk.
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Post by jamespotter on Jun 14, 2012 4:09:04 GMT -5
I jumped and shut the newspaper quickly and turn around to see Violet. I stammered, "H-H-Hi.....Y-You didn't see the newspaper did? interesting title huh?"
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Post by calliefan234 on Jun 14, 2012 7:55:53 GMT -5
I stared a him. "Yeah. I did." I slowly walked up to him and took the seat across from him. I folded my hands on the table. "Did you know him? The coach."
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Post by jamespotter on Jun 14, 2012 14:46:57 GMT -5
I looked at my hands and said quietly, "Yes i mean no he taught another team I had another coach..." I blinked rapidly a habit I had for when I lied. I studied the patterns on the table as if they were interesting.
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Post by calliefan234 on Jun 15, 2012 9:25:36 GMT -5
I knew he was lying, but I wasn't going to call it. "Oh. But you knew him." I stared at the table, my mind jumping to conclusions that I didn't want to think about.
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Post by jamespotter on Jun 15, 2012 10:31:10 GMT -5
I looked at the table and said, "I talked to hom once or twice but nothing else.... He didn't act like a guy who....you know did stuff to boys..." i rubbed my eyes as i started blinking a lot.
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Post by calliefan234 on Jun 15, 2012 11:43:40 GMT -5
I wanted to cry. I knew he was lying, I despraetly wanted to believe his lie. I started to reach for his hand then stopped myself. It all added up in a sick way. Avoiding contact, his panic attack, stammering. I blinked, then forced myself to look at him. "Why are you lying." I whispered.
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Post by jamespotter on Jun 15, 2012 14:43:59 GMT -5
I looked up at her and stared for a few seconds doubt and fear flickered across my face before I said calmly "Lying? I wasn't lying"
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Post by calliefan234 on Jun 15, 2012 16:06:11 GMT -5
I raised an eyebrow. "Why did you look terrrified 2 seconds ago?"
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Post by jamespotter on Jun 15, 2012 16:07:33 GMT -5
I blinked and looked at my hands and said, "I.... was...um.... remembering that... um...uh I hadn't done my math homework it's due tomorrow um... Yea I forgot my math homework..." I blinked rapidly and looked away for a second.
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Post by calliefan234 on Jun 15, 2012 22:41:35 GMT -5
Tears fill my eyes. "I'm sorry Ben. I'm sorry what he did to you. But until you get help your not gonna get better with this." I get up, crying and walk past him. At the last second I reach down and kiss his head. "I won't tell anyone." With that I run out of the library, tears streaming down my face.
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Post by jamespotter on Jun 16, 2012 4:20:55 GMT -5
I look away and mutter, "I just...want to forget..."
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