Found: angrily pitched in a crumpled ball at Michael Thatcher during Honors Chem
Time: 1:33 PM, 10/15/13
When: Mr. Jaz's back was turned to pick up the chalk he had dropped, and every girl leaned forward to stare.
"I'm fine. Can we never bring this up again?"
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Ficção AdolescenteIt all began so lightheartedly. One would pass notes to the other, and the other would respond in kind. Neither had a single clue that they were the other's singular tether to reality. That they were the string keeping them alive. Through their ex...
