𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 | 𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡

𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 : 𝚢𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜

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I headed my way into school. I still was going to be a little early but nothing too severe. Besides, I hadn't had anything better to do after my only plan for the morning spoiled. Not only that but I'd needed to head to the nurse's office pronto so my arm didn't get infected. Me cutting it on a tree branch would be my go to story if asked. I did however take it upon myself to wrap my fingers extra well. They were throbbing and in excruciating pain to tell the truth. So much that every time I would focus on them, my eyes would brim with tears. Not a doubt in my mind that they were actually broken. I hadn't wanted to fully admit it, but what else could it have been? I'd sprained other bodily parts in the past and the pain levels hadn't even come close to compare with my three fingers. Thankfully there were plenty of other people in school at the time, as expected. It wasn't like I'd kept wandering into and around some empty halls.

Ding!

Oh I can just about imagine.

I pulled out my phone into eye-view and looked at the name across the screen. Jayde. Hm. I swiped it open and read.

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jayde👎

iMessage
Today  7:33 AM

jayde👎:
how'd ur little visit go? 🤡

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Wow she really owns him. Is it even worth it anymore? After this project I'm so fucking done with all of it, one hundred percent.

Before I could even type a reply she'd sent off another one.

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jayde👎:
oh btw ur ass is grass

margooo 🐳:
with mom??

jayde👎:
wow ur so smart. how'd u ever manage to guess that one? 🤭

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Her sarcasm burned through the screen and it made me want to smash my phone. Could she just have shut up for once? I didn't have too much time to spend thinking about her. I had dry blood running down the length of my arm and through my fingers, so if I hadn't found my way to a bandaid soon, who knew what types of things would've happen if it'd became noticeable to someone.

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Once I'd gotten my large bandaid and I was all cleaned and covered, I'd chosen to skim through the posters on the walls to kill some time. Surprisingly enough, the nurse hadn't even bothered to ask what happened. She was on the phone with her kid, making sure they were to speak to the administrations office at their middle school. She'd just handed it to me and I was on my way.
The posters read various things.

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