Chapter 2

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My first period class is Trig. It's my least favorite class. I absolutely hate math and my teacher's a bitch. Even worse, I sit next to that guy that stared at me.

I didn't pay attention at all to what the teacher was saying. Even if I wanted to, it would be kinda hard to focus. All throughout the class, I feel his eyes burning holes into my head. Does this guy have a fucking staring problem?? Like, seriously.

As soon as the bell rings, I leap up from my seat. I want to get outta there as fast as humanly possible.

I walk out of the classroom and start heading to my next class, science. That class isn't too bad. What makes it better is the fact that the creepy guy isn't in there.

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