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amarantine
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12-14-2008, 03:15 AM
CHAPTER ONE
I sat Indian style on my bed. My hands were tightly folded in my lap, and my top teeth chewed on my lower lip. My eyes stared across the room at the oval mirror hanging above the dresser. The reflection in the glass was a perfect one, even catching the slight nuances in the light sparkling on the pendant around my neck. The hands in my lap wound themselves tighter.
What was I doing? I wondered. It was too dangerous. If I was caught…I shuddered. Council Law was very firm. I shouldn’t be doing this.
A rock pinged against the windowpane. My eyes flicked to the window. It was Maria. I bit my lip one last time for good measure, got off my bed, and grabbed my bag and jean jacket from the hook beside my bedroom door. As I opened the door, my eyes rested on the Mother’s Day photo on my dresser.
“Sorry, Mom,” I whispered as I left the room.
Last edited by amarantine; 07-15-2009 at 08:02 PM..
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