The girl with the bruises.

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*NO ONE'S POV*

she was dressed in a a white arctic monkeys shirt and a maroon flannel with ripped light-blue jeans.
Her hair tussled and tangles like a pieces of string.
She saw Jason but refused to make eye contact.
She just kept her hair down and walked past as if he were just another student in the wide hallway.
She watched her feet as she walked, one in front of the other she whispered.
"Shit." She said as she tumbled a little to the right.
When she saw Jason look at her with terror in his eyes she began working walk even worst, having to remind her self the whole way to class.
" one two, one two, one two."
All the way down the hall way.

Should I start doing the pages like this? I think It makes it look longer, idk.

So.. I know I haven't been updating a lot but now I have enough time to do so. I love all of you guys, so much.

Byee, you buttery pancakes <3
- A