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it's fall again. i walk through the swarm of students, not trying to get recognized. i try to playback what had happened during my fall break and boy do I regret some things. that's it, I mira wilson will not let a boy ruin my first day back from school... "mira, wait up !" just my luck. i see jacob running towards me. the person who i wanted to avoid. i speed walk towards the entrance. woo i made it in. soon after i felt a hand on my shoulder. it was jacob, and he looked like he ran a mile. " why are you avoiding me ?" jacob questioned. i stopped and tried to make an excuse. " oh because i don't want to be late for class, you know not-tryna-be-late tingz!" i answered, mentally slapping myself. jacob looked at me with a bemused expression. " mira, i know you," sure I thought, " you hate going to class or school in general, i know you are just avoiding me."
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ok so i hate language arts but surprisingly im in an advance L.A class. my grammar and writting style is trash so this story is not going to be as good as the talented writers on wp. anyways if you actually read, this comment "purple elephant"
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