The Writer's Cafe discussion

part i

implode ; { im-plohd }
verb: to collapse or cause to collapse inwards in a violent manner as a result of external pressure

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· this is, actually, an old work of mine that I last worked on about nine months ago. I'm sort of bringing it back for the sake of practice in being more suspenseful in my writing.

· all instances in this are purely fictional and any coincidences are just that.

· contains mature themes and content; viewer discretion advised

· please refrain from commenting unless it has to do with pointing out an error

· this is also found on tumblr. It'd be cool/nice if you liked/reblogged the chapters if you enjoyed reading them.

· feedback is appreciated, greatly.

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· 01 : implosion

Summer had ended, and yet another year of torture had begun.

In the sense that it was spoken by most students, the school year was supposedly harder to adjust to in senior year after the final break of being a junior. Exodus could say that this was true, as she trudged through the conversations around her. It was true for her, mostly because of what the other students would do to her. She was the one exception to all the parties, the taboo that should never be spoken of unless negatively. To be seen with her was like social suicide, but to shower her with bullying would have you praised in every way possible.

Students lined the halls, stuck in clusters of giggling girls and boastful boys. The talks that she was able to pick up on all concerned the summer plans that had been made, and parties to come. There were scandals and tragedies, mostly all sexual or revolving around something fashionable. It was the kind of talk that she would be forever excluded from, at least for this year. She had yet to hear her name, or any of the pseudonyms given to her, to be mentioned. For this, she was glad.