Each ring of the bell was a thought.
Ring one-I loved her
Ring two-she didn't love me
Ring three-it was over
As I walked to my next class I went over each ring. Each thought. Each reason. They gave closure. They gave security. They gave reasoning.
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A fictional diary
Teen FictionJust so you guys know, I'm not crazy. This book makes me seem like I'm insane, but I'm not for the most part. This story is told in an 'Edgar Allen Poe' type of style with less murder. I really hope you enjoy. //by the way this is a 49 word challen...
