"forget about him, forget about him, forget about him." she repeated the mantra in her head as she headed towards her locker.
as she approached her locker and and opened it, paint splashed on her face and new shirt. and what was the worst part of it? he was at a distance, laughing with his 'friends' and yelling, "damn, she's good to have fun with!"
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Short Storyhe had everything, while she had nothing. ____________________________________________________ Awards: 2nd position in honor awards Cover by: leaving_forever
