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(Picture above is Ace)
I hate Mondays. I walk to class from my dorm. I attend an academy for troubled boys. Luckily this hell hole doesn't make us wear uniforms. "Skye, slow your emo ass down!" my friend Ace yells from across the court yard, running to catch up to me, his hair flopping as he ran. Ace is 17 and stuck here for shop lifting. He enjoys the thrill of the chase. "Where *huff* were you *huff* Saturday night." "At a party" He straightened his posture and ran his hand through his hair to get it out of his face. "We both know that's a lie you unsocial fucker." "How would you know?" "Because you hate attending school events, let alone attend a party of your own free will." "What can i say?" "The truth for starters." I could tell Ace was getting agitated. "Fine, i snuck out to play a round of russian roulette." Ace started to chuckle that soon was full blown laughter. "Still messing with fate I see." The warning bell rang for class to start. "Shit, gotta go Skye. Can't be late again other wise i have another month of detention!" As Ace ran off i walked to class. I had English first period. As I neared the class room someone grabbed me from behind and pulled me.into the stairwell leading.to the roof.
