When I was fourteen, I wasn't interested in love. I started failing some of my classes and started to understand lessons less and less. Yet I longed for the hour school would start, hating the dreadful weekends coming at the end of every week. I was suddenly grateful for weekends being only two days long.
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𝔸 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝔹𝕚𝕥 𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕄𝕖.
Short StoryDisclaimer: This is not an 100% accurate description of me. Some lore is related to mine.
