She wasn't in class.
I'm glad she's not here to distract me.
But worried about her.
Which isn't my job, I don't even know her really. Funny, her friend, Jassie or something weird like that, isn't here either.
Probably the flu, or something stupid.
No big deal.
I listened as Mr.Cumston drones on about proper punctuation, for there was nothing else to do, ranting about how disappointed he was in our tests and everything.
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Bottoming Out
Teen FictionA story about how a boy was after he had his heart broken. And how a Golden girl managed to slip into his mind.
