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Those Two Chapter 6The following weekend started like any other weekend for the Skellington family, except for Sidney. She had plans to meet Shibo at the gate to the graveyard. She woke up earlier than usual, got ready and headed out the door with her hair still messy. Torako was coming up the steps to Sidneys house. Sidney completely ignored her.
Sidney! Where are you going?! Torako asked.
Sidney stopped and turned to her.
Oh, hey, uh yeah. I know its Saturday an all, I had to meet up with Shibo today. Ill catch you later, T.
Torako watched Sidney run of toward the graveyard. She plopped down on one of the steps and sighed. Then she thought to herself. What was so great about Shibo and why was she taking Sidney. Torako became enraged, then stormed off after Sidney.
Sidney walked up to the gate to find Shibo standing. But this wasnt the Shibo she knew. Shibo was out of her disguise, with her
Those Two Chapter 5Over the week, Sidney and Torako became friends. On Monday, Sidney and Torako were running through empty halls to their last period class. They had been talking for a while and hadnt realized that the second bell rang. They were only two doors away when they heard someone yelling from their class room. They hurried up to the door and looked through the small window. They saw the teacher yelling at a girl wearing a jacket and an eye patch over her left eye.
Young lady you have Fs on all your class work! the teacher yelled
I dont care about the bloody class work! the girl screamed.
Youre failing! You have Fs on everything!
The girl glared and through a pencil at the teacher. The teachers face turned bright red. She slammed her fists on the girls desk.
God help you child! If you dont bring you grades up you will stay in this class for the rest of you life!
Bite me! the girl yel
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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