They whisper about me as I walk to the back, they aren't nice things.
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Words / a Zanvis story /
FanfictionWords, Zane used them in his head so often. He seemed insane. Was he insane? No. Probably not. At least not yet, not for now. Shadowed by his older brother. Out-witted by his younger brother. One friend only. Aphmau. High school sucks. Oh and the...
Zane
They whisper about me as I walk to the back, they aren't nice things.
