Near My End

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Today I just wanted to die because of Macie and her rumors. At school, I decided to show her how I felt. In Werewolf History, in which I shared with her, I was silently cutting off sheets of my arm flesh. I was putting them into a little Ziploc bag. I was going for 100 sheets a day. Macie didn't look as if she noticed, she was too focused on running amuck it seems. I decided that I would waste one. See, I like to put them on my calendar. One hundred each day, glued, taped, or just pinned to the day. Today was a tad different, though. I took my biggest piece and walked up behind her. I mean, it was too big to fit on the calendar day and would take up like two and a half days. So, now standing behind Macie Iryi, my main bully, I lifted the piece of flesh over both of our heads. She had a hideous, extremely fake red hair that went just past her shoulders. Her 'friends' started saying that someone was behind her. They probably didn't see me since I am just a little shorter than her, a lot skinnier than her, and they don't really pay much attention to me. I heard say something like 'Ooh, who is it?', almost with lust in her voice. Gross. But I could hear her smirk. So, taking now as my opportunity, I stuck the piece of flesh to her forehead. I had noticed it had a bit of a red tint to it. Either muscle or blood, but it doesn't seem like I really have any of either right now.
"Ew. What's this?" She asked, sounding disgusted. I walked back to my seat, giggling a little. I quickly shut myself up, though. No emotion, Cristal, no emotion. Remember how we talked about this? Ugh, I'm disgusted with you, but you should know that. Everyone is.

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