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After 𝗣𝗮𝘂𝗹𝗮 𝗥𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘇 endures the heartbreak of being dumped by her boyfriend, a storm of rumors begins to swirl around Somerville High, casting her as the villain. However, undeterred by the gossip, 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀...
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༘⋆♡⸝⸝ 💌 ⊹。°˖➴ CHAPTER 005! ━ ❛ Invisible Box ❜ ( real life )
WARNING -
This chapter covers the topics of drug use and smoking. If these topics make you feel uncomfortable, please feel free to skip parts of this chapter. I, as the author, understand how sensitive these topics can be and do not want to make any reader feel uncomfortable while reading this story. I hope you enjoy the rest of the chapter, and thank you for understanding.
- des <3
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WITH A FINAL jangle of metal, Chris extricated his keys from the car's ignition, the once throbbing hum of the engine sighing into silence. A puff of relief escaped from his lips as he acknowledged his arrival at the destination. He rummaged through the glove compartment, a grin playing on his lips as his fingers closed around the neatly rolled blunt he had reserved. Keys and blunt safely stowed in his pocket, he disembarked from the vehicle, gently shutting the door behind him. It closed with a satisfying click, avoiding the loud slam that would have marred the tranquility of the moment. Skipping school was familiar territory for Chris, a practice he had perfected since his sophomore year, a path he trod only when it didn't jeopardize his academic standing. Today, he had chosen to play truant for just one period, left high and dry by his project partner who had decided to bail on him. A hint of annoyance flared within him, she's so inconsiderate.
The playground of the park beckoned him forth. Autumn was making its presence felt, the crunch of leaves crumbling under the weight of his Air Forces providing a rhythmic accompaniment to his steps. Leaves, cast in hues of fiery orange and russet, floated down from their arboreal homes, carried by the gentle breeze that tousled Chris's hair. As he ascended the park's staircase, a figure caught his eye, a silhouette set against the clouded sun, its back to him. A backpack rested beside the figure, a black Jansport adorned with a distinctive red tongue sticker. Chris recognized it; it'd been with them at the library.
