This piece is from my novel that I recently submitted to an agent.
As people walked past me, I drowned out the sounds of the passing cars and the shouts from my friends. The background faded into a blur as the wind blew behind me as if to push me to my destination faster than I had anticipated. A gentle hint of Old Spice lingered under my nose, and I walked right through the comforting odor that reminded me of my brother. The smell intensified and the remnants of my brother’s spray-painted signature remained on the wall of the bakery. A heavy pang tore at my heart when the line of blue, the rival gang’s color, was painted straight across his name. I bit down the anger and rushed to school.
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