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Flickery war footage4/28/2023 "Welcome home," called my mom from her and Dad's ground-floor bedroom. I dropped both said computer case and my backpack on the floor next to the door, shut it, and started to kick off my shoes without untying them. I supposed I should feel lucky that I hadn't accidentally ran into the infamous Crazy Biker Lady, who rode her bike down my route back to school daily, rain or shine or freezing cold snow, and wearing dark clothes, no less! I mean, who rides a bike in dark clothes in the snow flurries of mid-December!? An annoyed sigh escaped my lips as I reached the side door to my house, grasped and turned the brass knob, and pushed it open, my computer case bouncing painfully against my leg. I'd ended up accepting the punishment simply because I wasn't the kind of guy who'd rat out their friends, but of course, that meant my parents had been called about my "poor lunchtime conduct," as well as the fact that I had acquired an in-school suspension. Someone had left gum on my chair, which I had then sat in, during Second period I had misplaced my Calculus homework, which had been regarding derivatives and their uses in real-world situations, and therefore was unable to turn it in for Fourth period and a lunchroom-wide food fight broke out during Seventh period, for which I was blamed despite the fault laying on my best friend who sat across from me. That being said, this day had been a particularly bad one as far as the average highschooler's went. I supposed that my family just liked to go the extra mile. Many of my classmates commonly thought I was rich because of how considerably huge it looked for such an admittedly hick community, but this belied our income, which was really quite average. When nothing suspicious happened, I let out a sigh of relief and started the walk up to my house, a nicely sized two-story, white and unassuming, that my dad and grandfather had worked on together. "Nononono, no way am I finishing that! I've read and watched way too much stuff to be tricked into tempting fate like that." A moment passed as I nervously waited, the biting December wind blowing my precious black leather coat in the breeze. "Man, this day can't get any w -" I froze mid-sentence, realizing exactly what I'd been about to say. Unfortunately, this also had the rather disappointing result in loosening my fingers as well as my back, and causing me to drop my school computer case (every student from grades 9-12 were now assigned these crappy Dell laptops) right onto my winding gravel driveway. The muscles in my back eased out of their stiff tension and breathed deeply. It felt good to stretch after a long seven hours of sitting in school desks all day, learning senior-level Calculus and Physics. My body shivered unconsciously, and I straightened my back. This created a unique mixture of the sensations of both warmth and cold against my neck as I stepped out of my car with an annoyed huff. The red-hot sun smashed down through the cold waves of winter wind resiliently in south-eastern Ohio on the afternoon of Friday, December the Thirteenth.
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