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[3:00 am]
All the sudden I wake up. And I realize that Charlotte was actually never there. Sweat, dripping off of every inch of my body. Tears pricking at the brim of my eyes. One blink and the tears would come gushing down like Peaches green goo. I haven't been able to see her in what feels like 25 years! We never talked much but damn. Watching her prowl was all I ever needed. Until now. Her ticks have gotten worse. Any little thing sets her off.
       **flash back**
       Ms. Jones made Charlotte give her iPad to her again. That was Charlottes last straw. She jumped onto Ms. Jones and put her in a arm bar. We all coward in fear as she snarled at the class. It all happened so fast. She quickly ran out of the class rabid. I followed after her but lost her at the front doors. Smacking her helmet on she flys down the stairs on her bike.
**end of flash back**
       IM ANGRY!!! *punches air* I kick off the covers. I charge out of my room in just my scarf and one sock. I slam into the wall at the end of the hall breaking all the pictures. A little concussed now I shake my head trying to make the dizzy feeling go. Good thing my grandmas deaf. The look on her face when she wakes up and sees the glass on the floor. If I have to hear "I'm in pain. Please help" I'm gonna do her like I did them pictures. Dumb whore doesn't know her place. I walk back to my and lay my head down on my closet. I fall asleep and dream of Isaac and Ben.

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