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Legend Tripping

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  1. Most of the children of Carlin High School were engaged in the usual playground activities, girl gossiped rapidly sounding like a thousand busy typewriters; youthful first years laughed and chas ed each other around the yard, burning off energy; older kids from the rough end of town hid behi nd the toilets, smoking weed. Steven was sitting alone, perched on the fence like a hawk, watching all the normal mayhem when he spotted Simon Anderson take a nosedive onto the concrete. The boy just went white and dropped, and even though the other kids were making a godawful din, Steven definitely heard Simon’s skull crack like a heavy egg as it smashed onto the ground. The noise was a sickening, hollow sound that made his heart jump in his chest. He immediately jumped off the fence and rushed to see if the older boy was alright. In the seconds it took him to move to where Simon was, there was a large crowd around Simon, some girls were screaming, an older boy was shouting, “Get a tea
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Emergence

Lunchtime could hardly come soon enough. Leo had woken up with a h a ng-over and so had avoided breakfast which meant he'd spent the morning behind his desk with his stomach loudly protesting. As he watched the final seconds slide by before mid-day he pondered his menu. Greggs was close but it was still a walk up the hill, which he was in no state to manage. At the bottom of the hill was a curry house and a pub which served food. He decided on roast chicken and chips, perhaps a cheeky hair of the dog. He left as soon as it hit twelve. He was in no mood to talk to anyone, not until he had something to eat. He p ac ed down the long slope with its large fence on one side and busy dual carriageway on the other. He noticed, half way down, that some chancer had placed his take-away van. “Burger Master” it said on the front. Leo suddenly had a notion for a greasy cheeseburger. Maybe a double. “ Whit can I get ye son?” The guy behind the counter asked. He was an odd lookin
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