I feel like SUCH a bad uploader... but then I remember all the worse uploaders (I have been waiting on one story since November, so 10 months ago. I have come to the conclusion that they either hate me, or they died. No other possibilities).
Also High school's been a bitch.
Penguin + Penguina time!!
The others Penguin's had grown jealous. They wanted Penguina to come back to them and abandon Penguin because he was different. One day they cornered Penguina to tell her so...
Leave Penguin alone
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But Penguina didn't want to. She liked Penguin, and she was beginning to think of him as more than a friend. But what would Penguin think?
I added a recap 'cuz it's been like two weeks (Yes, that's a long time to me. A VERY long time).
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"Race you to the jungle gym!" I challenged as I took off sprinting to the shiny forest green metal contraption. I would call it a death trap (like playgrounds should be) but it wasn’t; it was one of those sissy sterilized ones that parents obviously disinfected and removed all of the fun that came with the danger of climbing the rickety ladders and wobbly slides. Only the classic (otherwise known as the old) jungle gyms provided any type of thrill or fear of death. Too bad.
"That's not fair!" I heard Cam shout from behind me.
"And your point is…?" I yelled back, turning my head to glance behind me without slowing down. Only I didn't expect Cam to be able to catch up with me. So when I looked for him, I found him right beside me.
Game on.
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Recap over. ON WITH STORY!!
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I increased my speed from dangerously fast to get-out-of-my-way-before-I-run-you-down. I felt rather than saw as I took the lead. I pumped my arms faster. This was no longer a friendly competition; to me it was the Olympics. It was the country Amora (where all inhabitants are fantabulous) versus the country of Cam (where all inhabitants are hazardously attractive yet unskilled compared to the Amora's). I was going for the gold.
Apparently Cam was too. But I had the upper hand. I had been running from things my entire life.
The monkey bars grew closer, and I pushed on. They were almost within reach. Almost… there…
Cam won.
I halted forcefully so as to avoid a playground imprint on my face. I tried to not sulk at losing. Seriously. I tried to not let it show. I didn’t think I did a very good job.
Cam only strengthened that belief when he said, "Why are you upset? The race was your idea."
"I don’t know." Okay, yes, I pouted. I was a really, really, really bad loser. Shoot me.
"We all have our strengths. You beat me at the staring contest, remember?" Cam attempted to make me feel less sorry for myself by shedding light on my most recent victory. I made eye contact with him and saw his urge to wrap his arms around me. Wait, what? How do you see something like that? Well I don’t know, but I swore that was what I saw in his melted honey eyes.
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Redemption
RomanceWhat would you do if you were the umpteenth reincarnation of yourself? What would you do if you found out you keep being reincarnated? What would you do if you were unlike all of your past selves in almost every possible way? Amora Hart is a foster...
