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The streets are silent as a sanctuary. The sun is still asleep in its bed of clouds and the only thing open is Waffle House. The clock on the dashboard of the car reads 5:58 a.m. The temperature reads 31 degrees Farenhieght. Although most of other kids my ag ....

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.... bulky Eskimo waiting to fish. Dressed in gloves and a blue Adidas wind suit with more layers than you can count underneath I wonder why I am here. Usually at this point I am wishing I were in bed A few others my age are there as well. I am not the only one that some people call crazy. After an hour of drills, sprints, running, and laughing everyone races back to their cars to try to get home and then get to school on time. We all have hands like ice sickles, are hungry as a horse, have feet like ice, and our noses look like Rudolf. I rush home take a three second shower eat my usual pop tart on the way to school and some how manage ....