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What is Fear 2 - Ferard
What is Fear?
Now that I think about it a little more, I see no reason as to why I ran the full way to the clock tower. Rationally, I should have just run as far as to get out of eyesight of that boy named Gerard. But in this situation of fear and complete unwillingness to think at all, rationality goes right out the window.
I reached my hands out and touched the cool metal of the clock, as if playing hide and seek and reaching home base. Falling slightly, I tried to catch my breath, but there just didnt seem to be enough oxygen around me at the time. Wiping my eyes, I try to understand what it was he said to me. Someone whos been hurt I mutter to myself. How would he know that? What makes him think Im just another victim of abuse? I shake my head and dry my eyes.
Instantly I looked back. You see there is one logical thing Ive done. I ran from the school to the park, whereas running from the school directly to my hous
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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