chapter eighteen

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Once in the dreaded building, I take a moment to just look around, looking around at the place I was due to spend the next few years of my life at.  I go to the front office to grab my schedule, the Secretary gave me a horrible look. Probably due to my clothing, maybe even my piercings. I sigh glumly as I leave the office.

I look over the papers I was given and make my way to my locker, glancing at the numbers every so often although my focus remained on the schedule. I hadn't bothered to fill out what classes I wanted other than a studio art, I was placed in an acting class. Damn it.

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