Chapter 23

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Matthew's P.O.V.

School is always the same. There is never a 'good day' its just hell. Why me? Why do I have to be everyone's door mat? It's not fair.

I made my way to my locker and sighed. I feel so drained and exhausted. I grabbed my books and stuffed them into my bag.

rrrriiiiinnngggg...

I groaned as the bell blaired aloud, it always gives me headaches. I quickly walked to my class keeping my eyes low and trying to maneuver through the giant bodies.

"Good morning Matthew." Mrs. Grant smiled brightly. I couldn't help but smile back. I love Mrs. Grant she is so sweet and understanding. I hate Living Environment but Mrs. Grant makes the class enjoyable.

"G-Good morning Mrs. Grant."

I made my way to the back of the room and sat at my usual desk in the corner. I opened my book and started to write the notes on the board.

"Okay class" Mrs. Grant said. "Please copy numbers one through five and then answer the questions that follow."

She walked over to her desk but turned back around hearing a knock on the door. I looked at the door and my jaw dropped....

Derek....

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