She hit stop, saved the file as July222007.wmv , and finally went to find the ice.
As the ink flowed, the throbbing in her hand turned into a dull hum. By the time she reached the third page, the "Awesome Vid" she had planned to record for her imaginary fans wasn't about backyard stunts anymore. It was a manifesto.
She looked back at the door. On the other side, her older brother was likely already wearing his headphones, oblivious to the literal impact of his exit. Tara didn't go for an ice pack. She went for her desk.
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