White Amethyst

I got the idea for this story one day in fifth or sixth grade as the bell sounded to end recess. It was winter, and all the students trudged through the Minnesota snow towards to door. Everyone was tired from running around despite the burden of snowpants and heavy boots, so the move inside was slow going. It struck me that we all looked like workers, responding automatically to the bell that controlled our lives. And so the first scene was born, and the tale took off from there.

***WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SOME ADULT LANGUAGE AND MINOR SEXUAL SUGGESTION AND CONTENT, AND ALSO MINOR VIOLENCE. IF YOU FIND ANY OF THIS AT ALL OFFENSIVE, OR IF YOU FEEL ITS LEGALITY IS QUESTIONABLE FOR YOUR AREA OR AGE GROUP, I ASK THAT YOU NOT CONTINUE.***

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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four

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