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face after it had been dragged there by the wind. However, due to the camera angle used for the movie, it appeared as though I was spin

ause you will surely see my charming face in school tomorrow. Ps: Do not

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t? Not like principal hair balding heed to any of my reports. I wriggled underneath my sheets in

of sunlight, that curled their ways around my neighbor front yard tall trees. The Carters' sat on their lawn chairs, the trees serving as a shade for them. The old couple looked fulfilled and in love.

the anxious sensation in me. Papa Carter waved back while mama replied with 'kick hell lott

isit in their house. A fluffy member of their family dashed at me in a fit of happiness

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of me. Wait a minute! blasting from her car speakers. Maddox grow

our seconds late." I shout

he retorted, "and you too Maddox" she

brown, emanated the richness of her recently completed vacation. Her brows had recently been carved. Perhaps this morning or yesterday because the skin there was paler than the hue of her forehead, bu

, which was an ugly looking rat with broken limbs. She bisected the wrong body part and it died. She had let out a horrifying sob. Since you can't kill one of Mr Gilbert's babies ( he calls them that. Ew right? Yeah) and go free. So I decided out of sheer pity at her sobs

ght. Not gonna lose out on this cause I need it and I have sincerely m

a new bod

using a fake British accent. Then she went a

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ust me to always hunt for the be

ing my cell number to an unknown tuhpical handsom

evading my mewls. I scoffed

d like dogs. Walking hand in hand, Layla and I talked about everything from newly released books to music to movies to boys and back to books. She is the ideal friend

s here. It's Bel

oor jab. Princess my ass! Well, that's what she calls herself anyway. Not like

as totally bored of their games. They should just give it a rest. Arriving at my locker, Layla still

myself out of problems this time. By doing what? Crying? Feeli

et plunger bounced out and punched me in the face. on the bridge of my nose. I was too slow to avoid i