BloodOath

It was a ticking time bomb to pain; similar to a mel

for a slight drizzle of rain. Even a ghost of offense perceived fueled the embers of my soul with an expressive fury

was overcome by the all-too-familiar burden of reality. Something constantly felt out of place the moment my eyes fluttered

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rberate the suffocating feeling of being overlooked by every college I had applied to, unlike my peerswho were already planning their futures in college, and their futures were lookin

ty where even a sliver of hope of admission into a college was non-existent, as my high school track record screamed out all the detentions andsuspensions y

s, I attended after-school detentions. Forget hanging out with friends, every four-cornered wall I was

up, frustrated by school, or keep busy by arguing with them about the thousand reasons why homeschooling was simply unnecessary, even though I wou

had to compensate for talents was the anger

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with my feet barely making a sound against the wooden stairs, similar to the paws of my family's cat Cleo whi

h was the source of the dialogue, I heard my mot

grim warning, "I'd strongly

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ed around to meet my gaze, making me in

tood an odd, pale, clean-shaven man with a long-sleeved attire antagonizing the sweltering weather of Letterfall Valley, C

envelope from his chest pocket and stretched it out in m

efuddled mother. The instant I seized the envelope off his preoc

o had already retreated to the study room, which I wasn't of

aught sight of an unfamiliar name wri

t read, ushering in the

and nervousness, while fighting the pressing urge to shout from the rooftops, and fully suppressing t

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, I could no longer contain my happiness, as everything about me was extra, my rage and jo

dy room. Believing she was present in it, I barged through the do

paused my expression of pure glee wh

look on my face, seeing as no one was in the unexpectedly cluttered room. Dazed, I took several steps fo

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niversity I had never applied for, but weirdly enough, they offered me admission. This miraculous occ

ed down to its year of establishment in 1903, and its location in Oregon, before my inquisitive nature would lead to me

ame thick, and every breath I huffed in and out became as pained as the feeling in my chest. Such built-up rage would be a terror to

onfronting their mothers on the reason behind their ac

o, I

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d, plummeting sound piercing through the

roceeded to escape the unhappiness of home. I desired to be anywhere else but here.

ng room to see my mother profusely weeping on

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