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Winter Break Short Story

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It was a bright day in Derry, Maine. The sun dancing as the leaves swayed to a song only they could understand. Shouts of joy rose up from every corner as kids left school for the last time that year. Groups of children piling out of the prison, finally free of their duties. A lone person, walking through the many tunnels that make up the prison. Cells on every side of him. An unsettling chill descending over the empty space, leaving him more alone than ever before. Then suddenly there's a bright light and he finds himself free at last. Free from his duties, free from the tyranny pressed upon him during his time spent there. A warm feeling washes over him as he leaves behind the shackles that held him in place for so long. He lets out a …show more content…

The pieces of his life falling into place before his eyes, leaving him astounded at what may lie ahead. Perfect. That was the appropriate word to describe the moment. Perfect. A small child, chasing a butterfly, her giggles ringing up and down the …show more content…

I really trusted him and we had plans for the break and... oh god. It's the start of winter break. I'm going to be all alone. Why does life hate me so much? What did I ever do? There was cruel laughing in the background and Richie's body shook with tears and shivers. He was so cold. Cold... and all alone. He was always alone. He didn't fit in anywhere. Something landed on his back and he stopped shaking. He was a lot warmer now. He looked around trying to find who gave him this jacket. Everything was so blurry but a short brown-haired boy. "Go away." Richie whispered turning his head away from the boy. He really wanted to be alone, but the boy seemed to have other plans. He slid down the tree next to Richie. He didn't say anything. He just stared at the park as kids ran around. Richie couldn't help but wonder why the boy had come over here or why he gave him his jacket. "Why are you here?" he finally asked. The boy's head shot in his direction when he heard Richie speak. "You looked could and upset. I figured that I could give you my extra jacket since my mom made me bring two. I also thought that I could give you some company. Why are you all alone out

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