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Adrenaline Rush - Part IAdrenaline Rush
Part I: Butterflies
(Inspired in part by All Quiet On The Western Front)
I screamed, pain shooting through my leg as a bullet pierced the soft skin behind my knee. Pitching forward and landing face first in the dirt, I struggled, panting and moaning, back towards Brookston, who was motioning for me to hurry.
Johnson! he shouted, panic forcing his voice to ridiculous pitches. Hurry up, man!
I tried to shout something back, but all that came out was a weak sort of whimper. I grit my teeth, and pulled myself forward a few more inches. With each move, however, a new throb came from my left knee, shooting up through my leg, though my stomach, to my heart, and up to my head. My head was pounding with sounds of Brookston, and now Redding, shouting for me to speed up, and the guns firing less than ten yards from us.
I heard hammering footsteps approaching. From the
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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