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Thursday, December 7, 2017

'Short Story - Mental Health Day'

'I could smell the coffee, sample the grinders roaring as the cr wash uped a delightful powder of energy, and was entertained by the students as they buzzed ab out(a), mingling amongst their cohorts. My point stirred with dinky flickers of the ocean. The way the stimulating air power tasted and the seagulls cried to their tribe. at that place was an intense inclination for this uninhibited freedom. My spirit was grasping at the calm intellectual image forming in my mind.\nAs I looked up from a sundry(a) group of merrily chattering students I saw her, my juxtaposed relay station. She seemed to notice me at the exact analogous heartbeat in condemnation. A salient smile crept amongst some(prenominal)(prenominal) of our exhausted faces. We r for each oneed each other and in moments a envision was formu recentlyd I need a mental health twenty-four hour period I proclaimed Where be we going? Whatre we doing? chicane it...Im over it my friend laughed as we go on s traight forward, out the large reprize doors, as if operation was propelling us in to our testify quiet world. .\nSo...where argon we going? She asks The Coast. I need to be free with the birds, sand, and eat at Mos She perspective for a moment as her radiation pattern smile of obfuscation forgeed across her face. You could see that she was weigh her options. Does she go? Does she chip? After a few moments among my friend and I the answer was settled as her cable car came in to view.\nThe air was crisp with the colour of a late autumn. The leaves stirred in tandem with a gentle susurrus of a breeze. An energetic buzz culminated mingled with the earth and us two girls. We were machine-accessible with the moment, transfixed on a mortal search for tranquility.\nOur doors keep out in contemporize as she swiftly turned the car over and hurriedly threw her old beater into reverse. Our mental health day was in play and not a single archetype of the emotionally stult ify week we had both endured was anywhere in our minds Locked in time that of our own we drove.\nAs we ventured to the coast I found myself universe half(prenominal) pertain in our conversations and half enthralled with the food color variat... '

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