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e eyed her
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a sigh of relief.
you mar
need...at least twenty years from now. Anyw
e kids were picki
hy
guess he may be a
kwa
ent. He sits alone and
way fro
om
spoke sternly. 'He seems like the sort of
when they bullied him or cry as most kids would do. It's al
hrough worse?' su
did you guess?'
er own company and all the other descriptions necessary for defining her type. Turns out the reason she acted like that was because she had attempted suic
doubt this kid is the
ou to steer clear of him, you h
rst place.' She looked at the table. 'Now, shall we eat or are we going to sta
h. He fell onto the bed, his hands behind his head and his eyes to the ceiling. His mind was at work but he was not quite sure what it was wor
rough the window. He loved to leave it open especially sinc
ading turned to begging and finally, he began to get accustomed to the darkness. He had finally told her that he didn't need the lightbulb anymore. H
for school. He grumbled. He tried not to think about it. He took his cell phone out of his pocket. 9:05 P.M. 'Nine more hours,' he murmured. Yes, nine more hours and s
what the cat
asure. 'I don't have ti
o talk about this whether you like it
h school was no b
p q
learning with a bunch of mindle
not an idiot
as fifteen? I clocked at one thirty
hool of yours is going to du
out it!' Si
y say friends are a key and even an
riends are what
I'm the only
one I need to
titude is the main reason
ugged indi
ve got a
' he f
h you to sch
o, no, I don't want you to further ruin what
hool, Sin, I promise to tu
alk to
. Come on, Sin, anywhere
ead back onto
hat a
his side and
ke that