"And this is your schedule." The principle says to me, handing me a piece of paper with all my classes on it.
I nod my head.
I don't want to be here.
I don't want to go to school.
I don't want to do anything.
But here I am.
Against my will.
Being forced to roam the halls of the school.
Like a ghost.
A lost girl in the big halls of the school.
A depressed look in her eye.
That's going to be me.
And there's nothing I can do about that.
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49
Short Story"The number 49 never used to have any significance in my life. It was always just the number after 48 and before 50. But that was before it happened."
