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fifteen

he didn't like me.

it was clear, the way he would give me those awful looks, as if he was seeing right through me, right through my eyes.

and if i may, as strong as the word is, i would have to say that he hated me. he hated me, he hated the grades i got that always seemed to one up him.

no, the teacher didn't ask for me to tutor him. that only happens in cliche books and even more cliche movies.

in fact, it was his mother, who was so dearly close with mine, that suggested the idea over dinner at my home. and with all those curious eyes, i couldn't find myself to form the word no.

i guess you could say that's when it all started.

that's the day the countdown began.

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