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Eggplant woke up in the morning after 8 restless hours of sleep, excited for the day. Fruit camp.
To those who don't know, fruit camp is a place where the little incoming freshmen of Fruit Academy go to get to know each other by playing games and spend the night in the refrigerator.
"Finally! I get to see Cantaloupe! And all those other guys.. um Watermelon, Apricot, other Apricot, that guy Pineapple, oh and all those damn kids from Saint Apple's," Eggplant chuckled to herself.
She quickly undresses and pulls on her white V-neck shirt and her signature red koolats. She pulls on her grey TOMS, grabs her phone, and heads out her room, texting Radish.
HAAAAY GIRRLL. ARE YOU PUMPED OR WHAT? DEM BOYSS WILL BE ALL OVER USSSS
Whatever you say. Good luck with Cantaloupe today, by the way.
All "dem" boys will probably be annoying as hell.
Awwww you party pooper. Just you wait and see dear
JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE.
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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