It's a third part! Let's get straight into this sad, sad attempt at a story
(It is now 4th period)
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"It's second period! YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH" Cameron rejoiced.
This was his favorite period because it was time for Yearbook! D0b1101111 was an amazing place as long as Mrs. Neasly said so. However, there was one speck in the window that is Yearbook class. Her name is, for all purposes of this story at least, going to be...Moriarty.
(No, that is not meant to be a compliment)
Anyways, it was a time for celebration as it was time for Yearbook. Cameron walked up to the room and waited for Mrs. Neasly. "She is always late," Cameron remarked to himself.
"How dare you say that? She tries her hardest, and she has FIVE CLASSES TO TEACH EVERY SINGLE DAY, FIVE DAYS A WEEK!"
"Hmm?" Cameron was confused, he hadn't seen anyone walk up to the room, or even D-Hall. He looked back to see what had made this noise, and that's when he saw her... Moriarty
She was short, shorter than average at least. She had dark brown hair that was paired with arctic blue eyes that were woven with flecks of gold. For some reason, she seemed to be stronger than me, yet she was half my size. We would routinely brawl against one another out of hatred, spite, or even just boredom. She would wear clothes with her favorite movies, books, or animals. She dreamt of being a horticulturist later in life. However, at least for now, she was perfectly content being my adversary.
"How goes it? I hear that Satan is always kind of moody around this time of year?" I asked, genuinely intrigued
"Haha, the only thing lower than his kingdom is your grades, Cameron," she replied without hesitation, almost as if she could tell what I was going to say before I said it.
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Cameron
Teen FictionI will base this story loosely off of events that I have been a part of
