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Nick Cash's Story.Nick Cash's Story. Part 1
So my story is a long one, I honestly don't know all of it myself. But I will do my best to explain it.
So the first thing I remember is when I was 10. I was in a car with these two adults, I don't think they were my parents, but that's besides the point. I had a suit case with me, I was holding my small old teddy bear. It was raining outside, but it was only sprinkling when we pulled up to the curb. The man stepped out and held open my door. He pointed to the side walk, then when I didn't move he motioned for me to walk there. I did as he asked and stood there as he set my bags next to me. He pointed to the large door behind me.
"Go." Was all he said before he turned and got back into the car and drove off. I watched then as they drove around and turned the corner. I picked up my bag and held my teddy bear tight as I walked up the steps and knocked on the door. The door creaked open as a middle aged w
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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