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Joseph sighed as he listlessly clicked through another page of images, head propped up on his hand as he leaned on the desk.  The silence and privacy of the dormitory during the weekends left him with ample time to himself, though recently this was often spent on the computer for lack of anything better to do.  It wasn't that he didn't like the quiet - it beat being woken up at 3 AM by his dorm mates stumbling in - but rather that the quiet and solitude began to emphasize more and more just how alone he was.

Julia pouted. "It's not fair.  I get all ready to go out..." The tomboyish girl gestured to herself, dressed in a tank top, jacket, sandals, skirt and bike shorts. "...and they tell me that I can't because of some 'alleged incident.'"

"'Alleged incident?'" Charlotte asked.

"Something about another lab on campus exploding," she said dismissively.

"Weren't you working in that lab at the time?"

She could not stop reading.

Without a doubt, it was the worst book she had ever read.  Its characters were stupid and juvenile in their execution.  The sentence structure and wording bore all the refinement of crude oil: black, monotonous, and stinky.  An erotic novel of pervasive popularity, yet containing not a single line that brought her carnal pleasure.  Rather than forge a white hot yearning in her loins that was the author’s overtly obvious intent, it only forged a white hot rage that sat heavily within her entire being.

I can feel the cool, wet, morning air as I walk down the rain soaked street and soft rain drops collide with my umbrella. A few cars pass me as I stroll on the wet, street and puddles of rain. A couple of the cars splash me or honk and I try not the get angry at them. The splashing makes the umbrella almost completely useless to me, but I take a deep breath persevere. Lightning flashes in the sky above and thunder soon greets my ears. I smile and enjoy the weather as I remind myself it’s better than being stuck inside my dreary apartment.