•Chapter 2•

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- Walking through the hallway I start putting on my headphones, as the thoughts fill my brain..this is so- so normal yet I can't comprehend, I don't understand this, this isn't right. I stop dead in the hallway, all I could hear was voices repeatedly..

"Are they talking about me? Why are they staring- What, FUCK!? God, No no no no- Why now? Why now- Why- Wh-"

- I got cut off from the sound of the bell ringing, it's 06:30, God the wakeup bell is so loud.

Muttering under my breath I made my way outside onto the other field opposite of my dorm, it's usually the couple area, they all hook up and leave a mess for our janitors to clean, may it be seemed as any less they all call the janitors "Peasants" or "Underlings", I find the ones who actually do this quite pathetic in their standards.

It's currently a Monday, so 07:45 I may leave.

As I sit up looking across from myself all I could see was the distorted figures of last years mishaps..It was so delightful.
Getting up slowly I walked along the path watching the couples hold hands, kiss even so get every single bit of their cum over the ground, fucking stupid innit?

- I sighed walking back into the building making way, everyone looked so bright and happy..we all know they're dying inside, the smiles on their face oh how shock they were last year, I loved it.

Making my way to a seat, head up, smile on, time to pretend?

-OVER THE P.A-

"Everyone must sit steady and wait until your superiors enter the room, we will be having a guest today, you all would enjoy their company on this morning. Afterwards I would love to see all of you having the best time you could, after all..It's just seven more years Tick-Tock.."

-P.A CLOSES-

- "Seven more years of hell AHA?", Someone yelled that, they're brave..how naive of them.
For of what happened last year everyone is supposed to repeat this year, this is now my third time repeating for all I know I could be kicked out...

"That- That just wouldn't do.."

- 00:55

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