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Friday, May 24, 2002
Here is an exerpt from the original story The Glass Dolls that I just put up under the stories section:
It was the middle of second period and the boys' restroom didn't see much traffic around that time of day. It was too early to take a smoke break and too late to hide until lunch hour, so the only people to be found in the poorly lit and poorly cleaned tile room was a very angry Jen and a somewhat battered Nick.
Nick watched in terror as Jen clenched her fist and cocked her arm back. It would have been a very humorous scene to any passer-by: A thickly built, six-foot, three-inch football player on his knees staring up at a skinny, four-foot, eight-inch cheerleader, begging for her to stop hitting him. He had tears streaming from his eyes and a trickle of blood flowing from his nose. A freshly made blood stain accompanied grass stains on his blue and white school team jersey. Jen held him by his collar and punched him one more time despite his pleadings. His head snapped back from the impact of her tiny fist and he fell out of consciousness. She released her grip of his jersey, letting him fall the restroom floor in a heap.
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