When I was younger we would play a writing game. The rules are simple enough, the first person writes part of a story and each person there after picks off where the last person left off. You may write a sentence or paragraphs, it is up to you. Let's see what we can create as a team.

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Tenth

The question stuck in the air. I couldn't figure it out. "How... do you do it?" How do I do what?

The chill from her fingers set into me. It was as though my very bones were icing over. Suddenly, everything was dark. There! A light in the distance! It inched closer and closer until I could see! But what I saw was strange. I wasn't looking through my eyes anymore. I know because there I was, in front of me. It wasn't long before I realized I was seeing through the eyes of this perfect, tortured girl.

She - or I - watched me. Walking through the halls with a couple of friends, talking to a boy in study hall, smiling at a text from my mom.

"How... do you do it?"

Genuine relationships. This is what she was seeing. I never saw myself as popular or important, but I could connect with people. I hated her perfection. How could I have been so blind? So cold? Like the cold now leaving my bones.

When I came to, the crowd was gone. The only two left were she and I. Out of absolute impulse I lunged forward and hugged her tight, just wanting to comfort her! To let her know I understood!

It was then that I realized I had just been involved in some sort of... Magical, spiritual, third eye kind of something. I leapt back.

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When I was younger we would play a writing game. The rules are simple enough, the first person writes part of a story and each person there after picks off where the last person left off. You may write a sentence or paragraphs, it is up to you. Let's see what we can create as a team.

unspecific

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Second.

but she was close enough.

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When I was younger we would play a writing game. The rules are simple enough, the first person writes part of a story and each person there after picks off where the last person left off. You may write a sentence or paragraphs, it is up to you. Let's see what we can create as a team.

MoonlightWaters

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Fourth

She was everything I wasn't. Perfect, in a way. If true perfection could exist, she embodied it. And no matter how hard I tried to be strong, no matter how hard I tried to crush those seeds of hate, they would always come bubbling back up.

Until one day...

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When I was younger we would play a writing game. The rules are simple enough, the first person writes part of a story and each person there after picks off where the last person left off. You may write a sentence or paragraphs, it is up to you. Let's see what we can create as a team.

Lsu11

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First

I hated her for no other reason then she wasn't me.

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When I was younger we would play a writing game. The rules are simple enough, the first person writes part of a story and each person there after picks off where the last person left off. You may write a sentence or paragraphs, it is up to you. Let's see what we can create as a team.

A

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Third

"Close enough," because I've been trying to feel no hate for anyone for a few months now. Someone opened my eyes to the notion that hate of any kind is weakness. And I don't want to be weak. I want to be strong. Still, I find it incredibly difficult not to hate her...

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When I was younger we would play a writing game. The rules are simple enough, the first person writes part of a story and each person there after picks off where the last person left off. You may write a sentence or paragraphs, it is up to you. Let's see what we can create as a team.

VinhPhuoc

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Fifth

We went to a concert together with a mutual group of friends. Up until this point, I have never had a chance to interact with her as a normal human being. I have always been watching her from afar, making assumptions, planting those seeds of hate, just because she seems too perfect to be true. There, I discovered something about her that would completely change everything I though I knew about her.

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When I was younger we would play a writing game. The rules are simple enough, the first person writes part of a story and each person there after picks off where the last person left off. You may write a sentence or paragraphs, it is up to you. Let's see what we can create as a team.

C

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Sixth

Perfection is a guise, that she wore far too well. A porcelain doll that upon closer inspection, was full of cracks and imperfections. We were all there as a group but she had come alone. I sensed her before I saw her. I saw the bruise before she had time to pull down her sleeves. She saw my heavy stare and with easing eyes she said, "......"

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When I was younger we would play a writing game. The rules are simple enough, the first person writes part of a story and each person there after picks off where the last person left off. You may write a sentence or paragraphs, it is up to you. Let's see what we can create as a team.

Winter_Heart

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Eighth

"I- I'm not worried about you biting me." I looked away a little embarrassed, not knowing how to respond to her social prompt. She was so close to me now, I could see the pain behind her eyes. All those years of being misread, communicated to me with one look. I suddenly felt bad for her, and the urge to reach out and comfort her was building. To let her know there was some hope out there, however bad her situation might or might not be.

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When I was younger we would play a writing game. The rules are simple enough, the first person writes part of a story and each person there after picks off where the last person left off. You may write a sentence or paragraphs, it is up to you. Let's see what we can create as a team.

melanierose

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Ninth

I stood there, staring at her; trying to figure her out. How could a girl so confident and obdurate from afar be so vulnerable and uneasy up close? The sudden roar of the crowd woke me from my trance and I quickly stepped back, reminding myself we were practically strangers. The stadium dimmed but she was still somewhat radiant in my eyes, the same way she glowed when we occasionally walked past each other at school. She stepped up, resuming her position; her body just inches from mine. She reached out her arm, resting her hand on my shoulder. She was cold.

"How...how do you do it?" She asked in almost a whisper.

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When I was younger we would play a writing game. The rules are simple enough, the first person writes part of a story and each person there after picks off where the last person left off. You may write a sentence or paragraphs, it is up to you. Let's see what we can create as a team.

Leftyguitarist9

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Seventh

"I see you looking at me." Her eyes were like those of vultures, and I could practically feel her piercing my soul. I then looked away from her. I didn't want her to pay me much attention. She noticed my quick turn of my head, and she said, "It's okay. I don't bite." I stepped in closer to her. I smelled the aroma of cheap perfume on her with a hint of alcohol in her breath. Then she stepped closer to me, setting us only inches apart from each other.

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