Chapter Two

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I am not afraid of school. 

No. 

I walked over to the "Heathers" seat, and focused on JD. Oh, well, there was Kurt and Ram. The jocks were slagging over the "Heathers" as if they were gripped in a slushy brain freeze. I don't give a shit. 

I walked to wear Betty Finn was. 

One of the girls was looking at a note Ram made. 

She went over to Ram, as if expecting a date. 

And he laughed at her, and she knew that High School would be the death of others.

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