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Summary : ' Burning Tires '

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Kristiane Hernandez
Period 2

Burning Tires
I couldn 't believe how stretchy it was.
I could see it starting to whiten, starting to thin, starting to stretch. It reminded me of guitar strings, turning the tuners until the string broke as it made a small feedback noise. You 'd have to squint to hear it.
Stretch, snap.
I mouthed the words idly as I repeated the motion over and over again as if it were a mantra.
I kept pulling it. It started to stretch, then thin, making sounds like a bass guitar as I fingered at it. I fiddled with the parts as it turned white and whiter. It smelt like burnt tires. I scrunched up my nose as the odor filled my lungs. Stop, they wanted to say.
But I just kept going. Sure, curiosity killed the cat, but I 'm not a cat, so there was nothing to worry about.
Three inches, four inches, five inches. I even thought it was going to make it to six.
Then, snap.
Snap it went. Much to my dismay, it went flying across the room. Everyone turned to face me, including my teacher, as I turned a bright shade of crimson. Some snickered, some cold stares, some laughing. The teacher placed her hands on her hips as she raised a brow.
I got into minor trouble from that incident. It was just a rubber band.
Well, that was until a pair of students started flinging them onto my face.
"Oh, look. The geek likes rubber bands, so let 's give them to her!" Her friend howled with laughter at her little 'joke, ' and she relished in his support. I wanted them to stop, but to my

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