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Chapter Three

Sparks

After five days of hospital pudding and cold turkey, I was now finally free from my observational state, my hands weren't bandaged anymore as the cuts I received while holding the sharp wires were already healing. I was now allowed to go back to Willow High. But unlike some who usually complained about boredom and rare visits, which were non existent in my case, I was happy to be able to skip school. This left me time to check up on Chris “The Surfer Dude”. He was a tall, okay looking, twenty two year old from Olympia who had come to surf with his little brother for the weekend until he fell from his board and got caught in the deathly trap. The story was so exceptional for our town that it even made the eight o'clock news, where Chris expressed his gratitude, live from his hospital bed. It cheered me up for it confirmed that my affinities weren't all that damned. I now said my goodbyes to the nurses, then Chris, and headed back to my room to grab my duffel bag. As I put my parka on, I secretly wished no one would come and get me. But as usual, all my hopes were crushed when my favorite, blond nurse/principal's assistant ran in the room and attacked me with an "Ewok" hug. Yes her tiny body covered in furry snow gear reminded me of the midget bear in Star Wars. Sad but true.

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