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I'm done with this already. I fucking hate history, she just keeps blabbering on about some chick named Mary?? Anyway, I looked around the classroom and noticed that everyone is writing stuff down. Wait what are we even doing?
'Lyra!' An angry voice called my name. I spun around and was met with the face of my hag of teacher.
'What' I simply replied with. I honestly could careless if she yells at me, I just want to leave.
'Where's your work? You was meant to be writing a 2 page explanation on why Mary Queen of Scots was executed! But I can clearly see that you couldn't even be bothered with writing the title' She tapped her foot impatiently against the floor as if she was expecting me to crack under the pressure.
'Well teach me something useful and I might take note of it! Dumb bitch' I'm begging to be sent out now, it'll be my perfect chance to run off.
'Get out. Now!' She finally cracked instead of me. I happily gathered all my things together and walked out, now I can finally leave freely.
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RomanceThis is just another game that I 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 win - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Lyra is a 16 year old girl who loves to play a game. She hasn't played with anyone's heart strings in a while so when the fuck...
