I headed out the school and sat beneath a tree with tears in my eyes. Why do I have to be so rude? I need to be cured. Jax didn't deserve that. But it was true. He always follows me around. I need to be cured NOW! But at the same time, I didn't want to.
This is the tree I always come to when I want to think and be alone. It's very big (that's what she said) and comfortable. It covers me from the sun and no one apparently knows about it. Every time I come here it is deserted. Maybe that's the reason. I come here
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Kids with a Peculiar Disease
Short StoryThey call us Infinitains: n. People that are born with an infinity mark at the back of their neck. "We call ourselves, Kids with a Peculiar Disease."
