Chapter 3

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Dan-
First class. English. The only class that I don't have with Cole. Anyone can be a jerk, but Cole makes it an art form. Ever since I can remember, Cole Stetson has shown up at my locker after school, like clockwork, to use me as his personal punching bag. I've tried telling my dad, but he doesn't give a crap, and everyone knows that the principal couldn't care less about bullies. Anyways, I guess I'll just sit at the same place I sit every other day. The last desk in the back corner of the class. I've been going to this school my entire life and I doubt anyone in this whole school, let alone this class, knows my name. Not that it matters. If I was anyone else, I wouldn't talk to me either. Sh*t! There's a project due today! Damnit(Or should I say....Danmit;) No? Ok...) I mean, I probably would've failed anyways, so whatever. *Bell Rings* Well, welcome to hell.

Oiii;)) Sup. Just got out of the Carlsbad Caverns, and they were sooooo cool!! I got some gr8 pictures, so that's cool!(I like photography lol) See u:))

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