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i sit in 5th period.

concerned about olive.

i don't know what to think.

she's really scaring me, she never has acted this way before.

the bell rings and i quickly get up and race through the halls.

i search for pale skin, ice blue eyes, and blonde hair.

i walk a little slower and i spot her.

the crowd was moving so fast and i couldn't cut through.

for a second, her eyes lock with mine.

she looks scared, terrified even.

i smile as the swarm moves.

she smiles and waves, a pained wave.

little did i know that was the last time i'd ever see her.

alive that is.

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