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By Your Side - 3.0
Last day of school. Last class of the day. Last half hour of class. Chris was in art right now with Amerana. I was in Chemistry. We'd just finished answering our "exit surveys." All the questions were like, "What did you enjoy most? What did you enjoy least?" I thought it was pretty stupid, and sorta redundant since all the teachers were doing the same thing. And now we were all just sitting here while our teacher, Mr. Trolyte, did whatever the heck he was doing on his computer. Half the time it was actually school-related stuff, but sometimes he was just doing completely random things on the internet.
He started calling names.
"Debbi, Marla, Ryan, Keenan, Sophie, Helen," he listed, "they want you down in the office, something about Honor Roll and Perfect Attendance. Take your stuff with you. Have a great summer."
He said it all very mo
By Your Side - 2.0
Keenan woke me up as we pulled into the parking lot of the church where the meeting was being held. Mrs. Reath parked successfully and without incident. Though I doubted that it would be very easy to get the bus back out of the space again once we were leaving. We all got out of the bus and headed to the front entrance. It looked like a really nice place, even more so once we got inside. The paint on the walls was mountain dew yellow, cozy, warm, inviting. I saw posters everywhere, but I didn't really stop to read any of them.
We were given name tags that we were supposed to write our first name and school on. Mrs. Reath handed Lisa a red marker. She passed it around to the rest of us when she was done. Christopher V. -- Lonville High, I wrote.
"At least the marker matches my outfit," I commented as I handed it to Keenan.
By Your Side - 1.0
It was 7:35 AM. The bell rang, signaling the end of homeroom. I was supposed to head to the lobby of the school to wait for Mrs. Reath with the rest of the Gay-Straight Alliance. There were only six of us. The GSA was going on a field trip today. We were going to the Regional GSA meeting. It was being held in a church. A... something church. Gay-friendly, all accepting. I was totally spacing on the word, but that was okay. I didn't really need to know right now.
Terri, Lisa, John, and Amerana were already waiting. They were my four best friends. Chris wasn't there yet. He was probably stopping at his locker. I went and sat on the little brick stairs by the main entrance, across from the main office.
"Hey, Keenan!" Terri exclaimed, loudly, even though she was only a few feet away from me.
"Hi." I waved, watching the stairs.
SweepAs soon as he stepped into the open field, he slung the minesweeper from his shoulder and pointed its nose to the ground. It was old, worn and heavy, and old and rough, calloused and breaking, and old. The metal between his hands was cold and chilled his fingers. If he was not careful he could step on the very mines he was trying to find. They would have to pick up the pieces of his body and to send the tags home where his wife would cry and hold his son and daughter close with nothing to show them of their father but a piece of metal engraved with "Ajeet Singh".
One sweep, than another.
This war had taught him to never trust open spaces. Open spaces were where the mines were planted, where Prets lay in wait. France was green and damp just like the uniform he wore. It had been days since he was separated from his unit, and now the Allies were breathing on his neck, searching for POW’s, searching for the enemy of which he was one. &
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