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There was 2 more months of high school left, and then we were finished for good. Graduated.

That's the mantra I muttered as I fixed my school shirt and strutted through the gates of hell, tightening my ponytail.

"J!" I heard the excited voice of my best friend as she dashed towards me, her blonde braids bopping on her shoulders. My usual resting bitch face broke into a smile at the sight of her.

"Hey Dina!" I laughed as I threw my arms around her. The bell above rung, signalling that it was time for class. "I need to tell you about someone!" I expressed to her in excitement, needing to tell someone about the angel I'd laid my eyes upon.

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