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"Hello, stalker stop creeping and show yourself freak!"

I'm dead I'm dead what am I gonna do?!! Do. Do. DO! The girls screaming at me seemed hazy and pitched, pushed into the back of my head. Everything fuzzy. Fuzzy, like puppies.
Without even thinking I got on top of the toilet seat, stood up and looked above the small crack at the top and looked down, there they were. Helpless. I lifted my hoodie to my head, wrapped the laces tight around my face so only my mouth was visible.

Then I jumped. I jumped over the small crack in front of the girls who were starting to scream:
"WHAT THE FRICKING FRICK OH MY FREAKING GOD WHAT THE HE-!"

I pushed past them and ran out the door. I had just enough time to make it to my next class. I lifted my hoodie off when they were far from my sight, shoved my jacket right into my back pack and opened the door.

Nothing unusually happening here.

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