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  I walked into one of the art rooms and took a seat.  There, my new found art friends Kassidy, Laura, and Lucas sat down with me.  A giant piece of blank paper sat on the table before us, we were quiet for a moment.  Then Kassidy spoke up, "So, what do they want us to do again?"
  A moment of silence later, Laura chipped in, "They want us to plan a mural on this paper."
  "Where is it going?"  Lucas spoke up for the first time.  Then I answered, "It's going...well, actually I don't know where.  Do you guys?"
  A chorus of hesitant murmurs followed my question.  I started to wonder how we were going to draw and paint this mural without evening knowing where it's going to go.  Then Kassidy spoke again, "Well, what if we combine what this college is?"
  "But there's so much this college is."  Lucas pointed out.  We all nodded in agreement.  How could you summarize something that means so much within a small painting?
  Within a couple minutes of silence, chatter filled the room.  Talk of ideas and objects.  Symbols and classes.  Majors and minors.  Anything and everything.  Then, after a long discussion, a decision for the mural was made.  Though we knew an image in our heads, and then looked down at a blank piece of paper.  It was like starting our stream of ideas all over again.
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  I crutched across campus with Conner and our new friend Brittany.  Brittany was a stellar basketball player for the girl's team and we were headed to the gym for our basketball practice.
  Conner opened the door for us and we made our way in.  Brittany waved us goodbye as she walked off to an empty court to practice her shot.  My heart tightened as our team was already starting to arrive and warm up.  Knowing I wasn't able to play killed me, and it would hurt my team.  Conner set his bag down and I sat down beside it.  I watched as Conner put his shoes on and started to warm up.  His shot was perfect, and he was still a little stiff.
  My breath caught in my throat as I heard the gym doors close and coach walk in.  I didn't realize that my crutches were hidden between the bleachers until coach looked me straight in the eyes and spoke, "Logan!  Why aren't you up and warming up!"
  "Coach, I need to talk to you about that.  If that's alright."
  "Fine, come here boy."  He waved me over into a corner.  I then made my way over and explained the situation.
  "Oh, okay.  How long are you out?"
  "It's unsure right now, it depends on how quickly the swelling goes down and how fast we can get a new prosthetic leg."
  "Okay Logan, thanks.  You can stay for practice if you want."
  "Yeah, I was going to watch Conner and help him out."
  "Alright but keep the plays sharp in your mind and the rest of your body sharp.  We'll need you in as soon as you can."  I nodded, it seemed like the pressure was greater than ever for me to get better.  I knew that I needed an escape, a break from the drama.
  Later that night, I pulled out my phone.  I stared at the number, my finger hovering over the call button.  I sighed and set my phone down on the bed.  No one would understand my situation, I was truly alone.