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The Pig Roast : A Short Story

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In life, things happen, it’s what makes us all human. We all have accidents, we all hurt each other, we all serve a purpose in everyone else’s lives as well as our own. We have our own battle scars, each of them telling their own story. My specific scar I want to blather about isn’t too much of a disfigurement anymore, but it’s a bite mark on my inner cheek. Clenching my jaw on my cheek doesn’t seem to please those who find that to be a blemish, but it has a wild narrative to track it. Back when I was about 7 years old, in July of 2008, I’ve made an “oopsie” and it costed a chunk of my inner cheek, and my brother’s right arm. Although the situation wasn’t presumably my fault, I managed to escape with having to be my brother’s servant for a …show more content…

This night was particularly chilly then most at this time, about 70 degrees. I remember feeling as if I was free, able to breath, nothing on my mind. Even the grass they had in their backyard was cut perfectly, feeling like a soft but poky carpet on my bare feet. Us kids had other plans rather than the adults drinking and sitting around the fire, we played football, soccer, dodgeball, and our childhood favorite, whiffle ball. Tiring us out is almost impossible, finally putting us to sleep at 12. Everyone was sound asleep cuddled into their blankets. But not me. I have always suffered from insomnia. It’s not like it bugged me all that much, I was free in summer. Nothing mattered. Sitting and staring up at the stars through the crease of the tent, my thoughts and memories exploding my mind. Waiting an hour later, I have to pee. The problem is, the bathroom is inside. And I’m well, inside a tent. In the back of the tent too. KK was near the door, Logan in the middle, and then myself in the back. This wasn’t just something I could hold in for another hour, so I decided to get up. The adults were still awake, still partying, all drunk off of their minds. I go for it. I grab onto the walls of the tent, and step over the stumps of their body parts. I grab onto the zipper of the tent, in a position as if I was playing twister, expecting nothing much. But then, suddenly. Swoop! My leg was swooped from under

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