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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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Weegie Board

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The party had shifted phase from hedonistic revelry to oncoming hangover. It was late, everyone was past drunk, moving onto tired, their pulsing throb in their heads had replaced the thumping techno that had banged on through the previous hours. It was quiet now, all the lightweights had left around two and so there were only a few left. Ricky, Billy and Tim had dropped acid around nine and the three of them still were outside, lying on the damp square of grass, looking at the stars, talking incomprehensible shite and waiting for the sun to rise or the apocalypse, perhaps both. It had been hard to get much sense out of them. Stuart was upstairs with Diane, the two of them were fucking each others brains out, and in the living room sat Ronnie, Mick, Sally and Steve, still alert at this late hour, fuelled by lines of cocaine. They’d been classmates and pals since primary school and all the way through secondary. Now it was all over, school ended the day before, forever, it was ti
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Gross Domestic Product: 26

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Chapter 26. Bryce, it turned out, had some crazy stories and Pete sat there for a good hour or two, lapping them up and laughing. He’d never have thought a man like Tommy Bryce would have been such a history buff but it turned out he knew all sorts of obscure things about some of the world’s most interesting people and times. Pete was also finding being drunk and listening to Tommy’s tales had taken his mind off the craving. It had come back with a vengeance when he found himself in the toilet, taking a piss. The room was small but spotless, it’s white tiling so gleaming he could practically use it as a mirror. Pete was washing his hands when he heard the almighty explosion from outside. He dashed out from the toilet to see Tommy had gone. Outside, through the window, he spotted a few black cars, upturned and on fire, there were people running away from the scene, some were even screaming. His first thought was terrorism, that the Provos had set off a bomb. He found himse
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Gross Domestic Product: 8

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