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when you grow up, it can be scary, but it's those with you that help you along the way
crystal speaks !
i apologize for not updating as much, i haven't been up to it recently, but i promise the next chapter i will try my best! in the meantime, i wanted to get a chapter out so this one will be short<33
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During their lunchtime, Jonathon and Harper went on the desks and acted out a scene from a poetry book as everyone watched and ate. The teacher was laughing with them, also while giving them space. Persephone and Juliet were making rings for their friends, while Soleil was throwing their scrap paper at the teens. Gabriel was talking with Adelaide about things they liked to do, Gabriel deciding to buy her books after figuring out things she liked to do.
Jonathon pushes Harper off the desk, resulting him to fall off and everyone bursts into laughter. Harper glares at him, getting up and moving towards his own chair. "It was part of the play Harper, don't get mad."
"We were 'acting' it out."
"Acting makes it realistic."
After a while, there was a chant outside the classroom. Other students called them murderers and yelled Atlas's name. The teacher attempted to talk to them, to try to let the ones in the class ignore them, but it was hard to do so.
It was hard when others believe you did something, and when you did try to defend yourself they'd think 'well, why are you defending yourself if you didn't do anything wrong?' An image spread around the school, them walking around when they ran away for the day. It was titled that they were all planning another murder, because if they didn't do it then why did they run away?
"If we weren't already accused of a murder, I would-"
"Soleil."
"Sorry."
Their phones beeped, allowing them to see the message.
"They found a knife in your bag, and it's the same knife that killed Atlas."
