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Contest entry: JSRRyth skated down Shibuya Terminal, the wind making her strands of ocean blue hair blow past her face. She knew she was goign to be late meeting up with Yoyo and Beat, so she kicked into over drive. Speeding past the innocent bystanders in the streets, and rounded a sharp coner heading to Chuo Street.
She skated as fast as she could, thoughts circling her head. 'Oh man!' She thought to herself. 'I am so late! Those guys are going to kill me!'
She rounded another sharp turn and made her way to the dinosaur statue. When she saw Yoyo and Beat, her heart almost skipped. Even they knew she was late. Which wasn't a good sign.
"I am so sorry I'm late you guys," she huffed, clasping her hands on her knees. "I over slept, then when I finally got up I had five minutes to get ready, and then-"
Beat held up his hand signaling her to be quiet, "hey it's cool you're only three minutes late. It isn't a big deal, anyway Yoyo and I decided we were going to head over to Hikage Street."
"Why?" Ryth questi
Buterflies in the stomach chpt 1Chapter 1: time to get started
I got into Colorado later on in the morning. When I got off the plane I saw my sister Annabella waving at me and smiling, her super short brown hair shined in the light, and her topaz eyes adding more sparkle. She ran up to me hugging me tightly, obviously she was over joyed.
"Oh Jazz it's good to see you again!" Annabella proclaimed, hugging me a little bit longer before releasing me.
I smiled and picked up my bags. "Well, I'm glad to be here too Anna. Although I'm still sad from moving from my friends I am one hundred percent sure I am happy to be here."
She grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the airport. We got into her car, and she drove into the small town and into the parking lot of the town hall. The town was actually just a very small and quaint place. Annabella told me on the way about hte people and how nice they were. She also showed me the school and some of the other stores before reaching the town hall.
When we walked in the first thing t
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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