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What I May Not See, Cannot Hurt Me

For some of you that may not know. I am writing a new story as part of my late entrance into National Novel Writing month. I just learned about it a day ago, and since it's too late for me to try to reach 50,000 words, I mine-as-well just start now. Feel free to comment below, or comment in the official thread. I will try to keep this updated as possible :).

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Chapter 1

Everyday seemed pretty calm in my household. My mother, father, sister, and younger brother were all happy, and sereneness just tended to bless our household every morning as we awoke.

My name is Matthew. I am a typical fourteen year old boy who has a pretty normal life. Though my brother and sister tend to get on my nerves and pester me a lot; we generally get along pretty well. My sister's name is Victoria. She's sixteen years old, and she's an incredibly sophisticated student. Generally
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Yep.. it's that time of the year; or at least near the time of the year in where people start shopping for Christmas presents, or plan on what they are going to give to others. For anyone who knows me, I LOVE Christmas for many reasons:
• People tend to be more kind to each other.
• The snow is a nice sight.
• Presents are to be given... and received (:P).
So I was thinking about how to make this Christmas a really good one, and I thought about how to make it better for Neoseeker too. So for the next two months (November-December), I will make a Neohome for one member each two weeks to spread the joy. I personally think I am a pretty talented HTML/CSS coder :P. Check out my Neohome for just a small example of what I can do.

So anyways, I will be making three neohomes (hopefully.. if enough people want them :(). If you would like me to make you one, please leave

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"Yea, well, it's kinda strange.

You think you have the someone and that the someone has you, but after a while you take it for granted, ya know? You just assume the someone will always be there, and that the someone will stick with you no matter what. So what you once fought so hard for becomes something that you don't need to fight for at all, and you kinda let yourself go. You stop trying. Why? Because you already have them, and they're all you need. So then it becomes okay for them to go off on their own and do their own thing. But it gets scary, ya know? When all they do is their own thing and you have no idea who they are anymore. I mean, you used to. You used to be really close, almost like the same person.

Well, now, that's a totally different topic isn't it? 'The same person'. No one can be the same - there'll never be another you! Barney told me that. Well, he was kinda right and
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I try to explain how hellish my days are to people, but there's so much to explain that I thought it would be nice to post it in here for safe keeping.

Since college started, my schedule's been insane, I'm constantly doing something. Eventually I'll be more active on the site when I get the pass code for the student lounge and I'll bring my laptop etc. etc. But for now, here's pretty much what I do:

Mondays, Wednesdays
7:15 AM Wake up
7:50 AM Leave the house
8:28 AM Commuter Rail train leaves for Boston
9:20 AM Commuter Rail arrives at South Station
9:35 AM Arrive at the station near my school
9:40 AM Arrive at first class, Women, Gender and the Media
10:00 AM Class begins
10:50 AM Class ends
11:00 AM Arrive at next class in a different building
12:00 PM Class begins, Freshman English 101
12:50 PM Class ends
1:30 PM Arrive at art school after traveling down the hill to the train
2:00 PM Class begins

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So today was my first day in college.

I got dropped off in Boston alone with absolutely no idea where to go. I was dropped off in front of the building I was meant to go to, so that was ok. But as soon as I walked into the building was when the "adventure" began.

Adventure Redirection:

I walked into the building with my schedule and went up to the security desk, asking for the class Women, Gender and the Media. His reply is "I didn't know we had classes in this building..."

Some woman intercepts me and said "I think you need to go to the Sociology Department, it's on the 5th floor." So she leads me there, tells me to go down the hall, and I go in.

I ask about the class and the woman says, "That's not our class." She calls some people and says "Okay, here's where you need to go. Go down to the second floor and turn right, there's a door, through the door is your class."

I go to the second fl

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