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Hi my name's Meg. Most people call me crazy. My parents, my friends, .....me. But this must be true. I have scars clear as daylight. Anyway.

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I walk down the street. I'm getting home from my fourteenth detention this month. I know my parents must be furious. It's the fifteenth.

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For the record, it's the teachers fault. NOT MINE. Sorry. Back to the story.

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I slide on my headphones. I turn on a song by AC/DC to calm down. I don't hear the footsteps behind me. 3 minutes pass. My song stops and my phone starts the next song. Suddenly, it pops off. I can't turn it back on and notice footsteps. I stop. They stop. I start and they follow suite. I whirl around.

"If you don't leave I'll ca-" I see no one's there.

I run the rest of the way home. I get in and slam the door.

"What do you think you're doing young lady?" I hear my mom yell. I cringe.

"I was... I was..." I think of an excuse, "Helpiing a teacher?"

"Don't lie to me brat." She hisses, "Go to you're room."

Sighing I run to my room and slam the door.

"Ma'am, if you go with me there won't by any pain. I swear."

"Wha-"

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