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finite_math
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bear with me.
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chapter 1.
I can hear someone running towards me while I sit by the lake one last time. Tomorrow is the last day of term, and then...then I won't come back.
"Harry..." The voice trails off, timid and unsure. It's a voice I'm not familiar with, when I turn I'm not even sure I can place a name. She's not in uniform, but i knew she went here and graduated before me. Never stood out, never spoke up. I've seen her travel to the headmaster's office often.
"You-I mean...can you come with me?" and suspicion flares up within me.
"To where," I demand and she flinches, look closely and you can see she's been crying. "What's going on?"
"Ju-just inside, please...just trust me." She on the verge of begging and I have yet to stand up. Why should I trust her, how many people had I trusted, had HE trusted, only to be betrayed. "Please..." She steps back as I jump to my feet, that word, tone, still painfully present in my memory. I give in only to avoid hearing her beg anymore. I start without her, and she jogs to get ahead to lead me to a room I've never entered. A room that never interested me but that I had seen plenty of times on the map. Even late in the dead of night there was someone present in the room, but the name had never been important.
There was always something of more importance than Dawn Gray.
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she had moved on to university. she had wanted to learn about art, to immerse herself fully. she had wanted to forget.
but she had not thought this would come so soon, she felt it happen. The pull of the soul from the light, and terror had entered into her heart. she looked up from the notes she was taking. class resumed as usual. the professor droned on, and no one noticed as she slipped out, sprinting as she reached the door.
she had to find him.
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they called her a fool for taking her life and following such a path. It was not the first, nor would it be the last. it didn't matter, she didn't care. let them see what she had done, let them call it a masterpiece. her masterpiece. they would not be able to tell you why though. they couldn't begin to understand what had transpired on that canvas. all the energy, all the devotion. she would have given her last breath to ensure the painting was finished.
they'd tell her no, she did not need the schooling. but she wanted it, craved normality.
if only to pretend.
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"tomorrow's the last day"
"is it,"
"tomorrow is the last day and the portrait still isn't finished," she reasserts.
"and what are your plans for the holiday, where will you stay, child?"
there never were any plans. the year ended too quickly. left with nowhere to call home, she planned to go on to another school. Money was not an option anymore, not after her mother's death.
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bear with me.
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the heat of the fire overtakes you
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finite math
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hopefully turns into pre-calc
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thieums
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"What is in between 0 and 1?" asked the Student to his Master.
The Master pondered the question for a while, then suddenly punched the Student in the face.
The Student wasn't enlightened, but the Master felt finitely much better.
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