As I walked through the bus I found that these two kids where fighting so I tried making them stop but they wouldn't so I set the scene. I fell to the ground and started to cry, the way I did that was because I through dirty in my eye. And I said, " ouch, my arm, I think I broke it." Everyone gasped and picked me up, the two people stopped fighting so I guess my job is done.
As I walked off these bus the bullies were right there, they didn't seem to notice me but I still went undercover, hiding in a bush just in case if they saw Mr, because I didn't want to get in a fight, next thing I new the bullies were right in front of me and I had no where to go, I was stuck between a wall and a whole bunch of smokers.
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Processed Heart
Teen FictionA girl moves to a different town only to find that it's not all what it's made up to be. She for to the school and finds a bunch of bullets that end up "accidentally" killing her by gorging out her heart with their bare hands.
