. I could hear children laughing, rope slapping the pavement over and over again, see huge and colorful flowers on the sidewalk and yet I dreaded the school yard. Groups of children and their leaders like wolf packs and their alphas. All clearly sketched out like a painting in a museum and yet, I don't belong in any of them. Not the nerds, the jocks or even the outcasts. I belong in the classroom. Where I'm safe. Safe from the dreaded words of the children, whose effect on me is like getting bit from a wolf who hasn't eaten in days. The children seem like angels, who could never make a girl feel this way. On the contrary, they do.
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Just random stuffs
RandomThis is just a bunch of random scenes, no story line or anything special. This is just my imagination, so I wouldn't suggest you read it.
