2:56 pm
School was about to let out and I wasn’t looking forward to it at all. My fear of what was going to happen during school didn’t even measure in misery as to what was waiting for me at home. I sighed and looked at my middle aged English teacher; if I paid attention, maybe I’d be able to push out all other thoughts. The bell rang, I
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for some reson i always like stories were pierre is the bully =S
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sorry for commenting late about it.
and btw, you write so well.
when John came up into David's room and started doing that to him, i felt tears corner at my eyes because it affected me so much.
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