Did.You.Believe? [Chase, closed]

[Hayley]

SiN cOsIgN tAnGeNt

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Sin Tangent was a quiet soul. She followed the rules and never spoke out against anyone or anything. To some she was considered conceited like they thought that she thought she was too amazing to even speak to them. If only they knew the truth.

On this day, when the sun was shining bright, Sin was siting in her dimly lit room hovering over her school books. She decided to study for her test the next day instead of going outside and enjoying the sunlight. Yes, it was cold outside, but sunny neverthless. Sin thought about going outside but decided against it. She needed to study.

A few hours later, with the constant bickering of her parents, Sin had had enough. She needed somewhere quiet to study. The screaming wasnt helping her and it never would. Books in hand, Sin slipped past her parents through the front room and out the door without being noticed. It was her gift: being a pavement artist.

Sin began running through the dirt streets. She wanted to get as far away from that house she shared with four other people as quickly as possible. Sin just ran until she got tired. She sat down to rest in a small meadow filled with dead flowers of winter. Sin layed out her books in a semi-circle around herself and continued reading.

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Olivia Binnett

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There was a grunt, and a flurry of movement, behind the group of adults as the young girl slipped and fell, her foot catching on a stray root. Landing hard on her back, she felt stored oxygen escape her, a fierce pain blossoming in her lungs as she gasped for breath, receiving none. Hands fumbling, she clutched her spin, massaging the injured area, pushing her abdomen in the air to gain a better grip. It was only several seconds later that she was once again able to breathe, and the pain in her back subsided.

"Yer goin' te 'ave a big'un by the 'morrow." The voice was deep and gravelly, and one she could have recognized anywhere, though she wished against hearing it anywhere. Timothy Kerraun, a neighbor and dear friend to her parents, utterly despised Olivia, and spoke to her on rare occasions, usually when he spotted a chance of making her miserable. More times than not, he succeeded. Giving him a rough sigh, she cringed as she stood, both her back and her ribs aching in protest at the quick movement. "A big what, Kerraun?" This got me a laugh, a sound resembling fingernails on a chalkboard or a cat, flung from a third-story window. It made me cringe away, my fingers brought into tight fists as the desire to slap him came along. "Well a bruise, what else!" Giving a quick shake of his head, he turned and regrouped with my neighbors, several yards ahead of where I stood, my chest heavily rising and falling, my brows furrowed, and a glare on my face.

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