Smoke

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The dark haired girl walked aimlessly down the halls of the dusty old school

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The dark haired girl walked aimlessly down the halls of the dusty old school. She ran her fingertips over the rusted blue lockers with one hand, and pulling her cigarette out from her tainted lips. With a bright smile she carefully pushed the cloud of smoke out of her mouth than placing the cigarette between her lips once more to soon repeat her past actions. She let out a heavy sigh before pulling open the door to her dreaded class. Ignoring the glares and stares being thrown her way she sat at the back of the class and listened to her teachers words.

"Smoke can kill even the most beautiful of flowers" the teacher spoke proudly before motioning for the girl to throw her unfinished cigarette away.  "Lani if I see you with those cancer sticks in my class one more time I'm doing more than just giving you detention" The sinister looking girl smiled maliciously at her teacher before holding up her painted middle finger. She stood up and walked out of the class and straight past Kane Wright

Kane had always thought Lani was beautiful and often referred to her as Yellow Or sunflower, to him she didn't know him but to her he was just that creepy kid who took photos of her on his baby blue polaroid

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Kane had always thought Lani was beautiful and often referred to her as Yellow Or sunflower, to him she didn't know him but to her he was just that creepy kid who took photos of her on his baby blue polaroid.  His attention on Yellow was soon broken when Jack the asshole of the school spoke with a booming voice.

"Hey stalker, quit eying my girl hey" Kane slowly took his eyes off the beautiful girl that just walked out of class and redirected his attention to his next point of work.  He took out his pen and began to wright the title of their next subject.

Sunflowers

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