tyler felt odd. he didn't know why everyone was pointing and whispering.
to whom are they pointing? is it me?
oh, was he right.
why, he kept wondering.
all he knew is that he was now on the floor, with his books , and everyone watching.
he wished the floor would cave in and swallow him up.
my journal.
a boy with red hair helped him up, asking if he was okay.
he responded with a small nod, and quickly rushed to class.
they took my journal.
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I really like writing this book so i'm going to update a lot lol.
