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"Do you remember the girl, who used to sit in the back seat of the class? The girl, who isn't here anymore?"

"That girl has a name. A name, which I can't remember.

I never had many friends, I was invisible. So when popular kids invited me to join them, I agreed immediately. Even if I had to spread few rumors in return. It was just a grain of lie, no one actually believes in rumors, right?

She had already done a handjob for a popular guy with leather jacket - I knew it was a lie, so why couldn't I tell that she spent summer satisfying my brother? No one knew, that he was in other side of the world. When I told it to cheerleaders, my dreams came true - I became popular.

Everything was perfect, except for that time, when I found her crying in the bathroom with bleeding wrist. I just ran away."

Monique

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