Treasure in detention

da's

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at morning, and as a res

ut of bed and was now sitting on

-asl

rm went off. "Oh no," I

it weren't already impossible, I

rson back

onto the chair. "Ouch," I moa

ch

it was, but sometimes, I wasn'

t an axe would

w. The chair h

with my eyes when I remembere

the things I ha

ing. The club party that eveni

as in preparation for it. Oh my

ed to attend the club party to c

attending in a while and I co

ight, B," I said to myself. At t

do

was but I invited t

ay a boy? I had known Jerry fo

dad and mine used to be very clo

h us. He had been living

an. Other times, I didn't thin

! What abs he had. He was tall,

was however not my type. I re

hat he was ev

nged the subject. I knew he wasn'

me and I knew it. As in, he was

n my c

rich and funny guy, with long cur

cessive but who cares? I c

Romo, my boyfriend. He was the

g he lacked was the long curly

som

orner as we walked out of the d

saw them, and I had to move

this time?"

hat it is,"

it," Jerry

aid, then moved to introduce Ma

good, and neither was it g

goodbye

guys?" I asked, refer

ing with that low

asked. "First of all, he is no

iend," I added