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"ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐʸ ˢⁱˢᵗᵉʳ."_ ᴹᵒʳᵍᵃⁿ ᴴᵉʳⁿᵃⁿᵈᵉᶻ
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ღ.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
I PUT MY GYM CLOTHES ON, tired from today, it has been quiet nothing really interesting has been happening, I mean, it's like a schedule for me, I would go to school, do my homework, have to do extra shit, cheer practice, then Fezco would sometimes pick me up after, we would hang out...do other stuff.
and that's what it, everything kept replaying for a like a month or so, I did somehow notice mom was acting very weird, today I caught her snooping in my room, probably looking for the box Dad give me weeks ago, luckily I hid the letters, in a special place she wouldn't find.
I haven't even read them, I tried but, I can't bring myself to do it, my curiosity was at its peak, I don't know, maybe another time I'll read them.
I sigh, closing the tiny blue locker, in the bathroom, girls were coming in and out, chatting boring shit I would overhear, not my dignity to be people's business. I try not to be social with anyone, but my main bitches.
I looked to the side and see Kat, staring down into her gym bag, I furrow my eyes, "Kitty what's wrong." I asked, putting on my plain white shirt, Kat looks up to me and sighs, "I forgot my inhaler again." She says with putting the bag back into the locker, "It's fine, Just ask coach Kimberly to sit out." I said.
Kat groans and looks to the side at a group of girls. I follow her eyesight, "Have they been bothering you." I asked now infuriated.
Kat frowns, I scoff and was about to turn around-
Kat grabs my hand, the girls quit their chatter and left, leaving us the only two in there, "Please don't." Kat begs me, I give her a sympathetic look. I sigh, letting it go for now...
"Okay, whatever you say..." I said.
"GIRLS LET'S GO! OUT THE CHANGING ROOM." Coach Kimberly yells, I rolled my eyes and followed Kat out.
I wipe the sweat off my forehead, we just got done doing 4 laps, well I just got done, other people weren't finished and we were being times, I guess I beat them.
"Coach my time," I said catching my breath, Coach Kimberly smiles and starts congratulating me, "You did good, indeed, marked an 8.1." I smiled, "That's really impressive, you know you should try out for track, it could be good for you." She suggested, I sigh and shook my head.
