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Rita Goodall's Short Story

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The unraveling of Rita Goodall's entire existence was more or less a good thing. Her absolute life built upon school and grades turned out to be a complete sham, yet it wasn't until the last entangled thread laid out did she notice. By then, she already had dug her grave and was waiting for the funeral.

Losing all the components that kept her life together—one by one—was the first step toward her destruction.

The family next door from Sheriff McIntyre house was a peculiar bunch. They consisted of two men with their eight kids, who were impossibly rowdy and always caused trouble.

Sheriff McIntyre may or may not have had turned a blind eye on those troublemakers every now and then, but on this particular day, they caused such a ruckus that …show more content…

He was scheming constantly and recruited his mix-matched siblings to help. The twins, Devank and Bhola, just happened to idolize Kyle and went along with anything he said. They weren't exactly twins, per se, because they weren't even born from the same mother.

Like the rest of the clan, they were all adopted and those two coincidentally, were born on the same day and had fair resemblances with each other. Therefore, they were considered twins. They loved to play with explosives. The fact the explosions were caused by something as simple as gunpowder and heat fascinated them greatly.

Bhola had wanted to play baseball in the backyard, and the three just had to up the risk factors. So, as the other five Knott-Olyphant children watched, Kyle stood on a plastic water bottle as the base with a bat in hand. The twins were in the midst of lighting a firework; they somehow got their hands on, and deciding who would pitch.

Ultimately it went to Devank, who was far more skilled from playing lots of cricket in India. Then, the outlandish of things …show more content…

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Her humming was beautiful. Just as her face, her toes, her everything was distractingly beautiful. As she turned to face Reed's staring eyes, Marlene smiled widely showing almost all her teeth.

"You're pretty-" he blurted and instantly covered his mouth.

She smirked with her pretty eye-smile and replied, "This is why I like you, you know. The only things you say are either with silence or with raw and lovely compliments. But, for real, you're prettier, Reed."

Relieved, he half-smiled and continued to stare at her since the first time she asked to sit next to him. The many gears turning in his head had already planned it out. She was going to be more than a star, more than a galaxy, more than space in his eyes.

Marlene, still oblivious to his gaze, continued to hum, but this time a song that hit close to heart. Little did he know, it was the same one Mrs. Hadley sang to him as a baby in the cradle shamelessly destroying and creating his father's works.

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"Ooh, who's this?" Quinn Hadley said a little too excitedly. She ran up to an awkward Reed and an equally excited Marlene.
"Is she your girlfriend?" questioned

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