Creative Writing: Cedarbrook Middle School

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Cedarbrook Middle School, 3rd period, the clock had just struck 10:15 am. My eyes were extremely tired and I couldn't get my mind to focus. I kept staring out the window wondering why the clear blue sky went away and these wet drops called rain began to rapidly fall. As I was gazing upon the rain I heard this faint voice in the distance. “Heather”....”Heather”..... I turned away from the window and looked at the front of the classroom. “Heather, you have an early dismissal”, said my teacher. At first I was thrilled I was leaving school on a friday but yet apprehensive to the fact of how early in the day it was.. I gathered my belongings, headed out the door, and made my way down the stairs. Turning the corner I could see the front office at

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