stupid mrs. velasquez i'm not writing about change. i can't handle that right now. screw her - screw that class. im staying in the bathroom until the bell- are you kidding me! drew stops in his track when he sees abby walking out of the girls bathroom with a tired look over her face. when she looks up to see its drew she stops too. the two of them stare for a second until drew walks toward her.
"whats up abby," he asks, stopping in front of her. abby gives a small smile and shrugs, "i just threw up." disgusted, drew shakes his head, "again? jeez abby. gross." she nods and begins to walk again. what the hell. "abby! the hell! you're just ignoring me now! you're being a such bitch! when are you going to get over yourself?"
abby stops and turns around. drew sees tears streaming down her face making his stomach twist. she turns back around and runs back to class. jeez drew ... what'd you do?
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blurry nights
Algemene fictie"my skin is dark as night, but you're the one with constellations across yours"
