Third Sector

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The next day at school I was the talk of the day, my eyes were red and swollen, and my outfit was a wreak. I looked like shit, I looked like I lost the love of my life, and I did. Reds gone, everyone knew and no one cared, but me. When I walked into my third period class everyone went silent, everyone stared as I walked to my seat. The teacher walked in after me and sat in her desk at the front of the room. She slowly called out our names for attendance; China Lilly, David Menno, Blue Nova, Red Onna, it was then that I collapsed into my seat, tears forming in my eyes, and it was then that I said, "He's dead," to the teacher. She feeling sorry for me, looked up at me, with tears streaming down my face, and she then excused me. I got up and got my books into my arms and started towards the door, and just before I left I turned to everyone and looked each person in the eyes, and then asked, "Do you even give a shit?" No response came except for a petit girl at the back of the room, someone I've never seen before, she stood up, and said, "I do." She had one purple eye and one brown. It was odd. I asked for her name and it was Violet. I left right after that in a panic... Was she my answer...?


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