contemporary
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The next Monday, second hour came the same way it always did. I felt lightheaded as I approached the door to Mrs. Whitaker’s room. It was wide open for passing period, allowing me to peer inside the room before having to physically brave the space that, for the past eight months, had been my
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Author’s Note: Hello readers! I’m excited to share the beginning of a story that’s been taking shape in my mind. “Chapter one” is the first installment of what I envision becoming a longer work. I’ve decided to publish this story chapter by chapter, week by week, as it develops. This is a project that I’m
Ink & Interruptions 