Gray salads

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**Duncan's POV**

God, Courtney needs to take a chill pill. Freaking out over a damn notebook. Whatever. I'm sure she just left it at home and is being over-dramatic.

I walked back home and sat on my couch, scrolling through texts between me and Courtney. Why did I ever date her? All she would talk about was how incompetent I was, or what's wrong with me. I sigh.

I set my phone on the couch, and leave to get a snack.

I make myself a sandwich. I'm hungry. I haven't eaten all day because the salads they were selling at the cafeteria were gray. How do you mess up a salad that bad? It's a salad, how do you even change its color? Then I questioned the other food and just decided to skip lunch.

I sit back on the couch with my sandwich and look for my phone.

What the hell? It's just not there!

I swear I put it right there! Maybe I just left it at school on accident or something. Guess I'll go look for it.

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