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If I were given the same choice that had changed my life for good... I'd have to turn it down. I've grown too used to my new life to consider taking it back. The people who once made my life hell have paid their price and the benefits of my new life outweigh my old life.
I can finally say that I am happy for the first time in my life. Not only that, but I am with people that actually understand me and don't mind talking about their past lives – as if it could ever harm them now.
I also don't mind sharing my story. It reeked of injustice and unfairness, but I'm not bothered by telling it anymore. I seem to get a warm and furry feeling whenever I think about that one day that everything turned upside down...
I absolutely hated going to school nowadays. I was a freshman in high school, and like most freshmen, I had to deal with the constant onslaught of bullies. I was teased whenever the opportunity presented itself to them, tattled on because they
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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