A Supreme Example of Tug-of-War

by OrangeOreos

We turned the corner, and our independent feet took us to a familiar purlieu of ours.

The school library.

We were just outside the library, arguing about how Newton’s Third Law applied to real life, when my friend Michelle walked out the door. Her own feet were headed towards the girls bathroom at an alarming rate, and I saw that she was crying.

Actually crying.

Of course, george, being george, immediately ducked into the library and left me alone. george and Michelle did not get along at all. Sometimes I felt like I was a part of a game of tug-of-war between the two. Sometimes goerge was tugging me along, sometimes Michelle.

“Hey, Michelle, wait up!”

She turned around, and her makeup had a single trail down her cheek where a salty river had run moments before.

“What do you want? Why don’t you go with your friend George, or excuse me, george and just leave me alone?!”

She turned, and rammed her shoulder into the girl’s bathroom door, and left me alone in the hallway with a swinging door for company.

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  1. A Supreme Example of Tug-of-War

    paper flowers' Buddy Icon paper flowers

    Posted 4 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    aw, what happened to her? what’s gonna happen next?? keep writing, this is good stuff
    LoA

  2. A Supreme Example of Tug-of-War

    Disturbed Youth's Buddy Icon Disturbed Youth

    Posted 4 months ago

    i like Michelle

  3. A Supreme Example of Tug-of-War

    distant memories' Buddy Icon distant memories

    Posted 4 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    I keep forgetting about george’s name change. ugh. good story though.

  4. A Supreme Example of Tug-of-War

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    Posted 4 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    awww, poor Michelle..
    by the way, you are a FREAKIN AMAZING AUTHOR .

  5. A Supreme Example of Tug-of-War

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    Posted 3 months ago

    our independent feet took us to a familiar purlieu of ours.> that line alone is just out of this word great.

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