Another year of torture

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Two years of basic hell called highschool . My birdies got another friend. He was big and orange he was nice one minute and screaming the next he's never happy. My blue bird is learning new words to call me . My black bird is scratching me deeper and deeper. My yellow bird won't stop crying . My red bird made me eat and eat making me feel disgusting. I made a friend she's not so nice she calls me things but she talks to me .
My history teacher caught me watching out the window. She held me after class and asked why I don't pay attention . I looked down "I'm so sorry I just get distracted." Grabbed my things and hurried off.

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How's it so far ?
Yeah still short
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H.L.M

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