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'Bow...'

You keep mumbling to yourself ever since that night. Every time you close your eyes you see it, her standing there and looking distinctively at that pink glitter bow. It shined that night, but yet there was no light.

'Bow...Bow...'

Your sitting at the class and then you remember all of it from last night. You stand up, fast. You gasp and get your whole class paying attention to you. Chase, your teacher, looks at you, he knows and yet chose to ignore. After ten second of stares and embarrassment you sit down and listen to the story that the sex ed teacher is trying to provide to you.

But it doesn't matter, your not listening. Your think about her and the bow. That pink, glittery and shiny bow.

All of a sudden it the end of the lesson and as your itching to go, after be filled with just embarrassment, a genital pat of the back with a wispier stating words un-readable to you;

'Are you okay?'

Your in a state of panic, who can it be? You turn and it's someone you know, it's Chase. The teacher who witnessed it all.

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