Chess(its not what you think)

by Heather L.   Apr 25, 2005


I moved my pawn forward and now we were stuck. I had no where to go. The goal of the game is to not let your king get killed. Yet, for me it\'s to not give up. In the back of my mind I can hear myself thinking of ways to let him win. I\'m not good at this game. I\'ve played a thousand different people at a thousand different times but, still I lose. I know the rules and the object of the game, but I still end up losing everytime. i can hear the people shouting now. I\'m trapped, my queen is gone adn now he\'s after me, my king. There it lies in the middle of the board. I can see myself sitting in the chair defeated. As I watch myself in the chair I know that i will never lose again. I was defeated and now no one else will have the chance to watch me lose. They will only remember me as the girl lying in defeat as they lowered me into the ground. And on my tombstone the words, \"No one wil beat me again\" are writen

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