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School the next day is, you guessed it, an UTTER NIGHTMARE. The popular kids giving me sideways looks, Lila whispering with her group of friends and the overall feeling of betrayal. The less-than-popular kids start giving me sympathetic looks. What is happening to the world?
As I walk into 1st-period biology, my least favorite class, Rachelle Green slides into the seat I was heading towards, aka my usual seat. Mr. Doerson gives us free seating, but it's unusual for anyone to switch.
"This seat's taken, loser," Rachelle says, with a pointed glare. I recoil, then remember that she's close with Lila. Shoot. Instead, I take a seat in the back, next to the kid whose face is always covered in something. Ugh. How did I get myself into such a bad place? I swear I could just feel the angry stares. Ew. Mr. Doerson is rambling on and on and on about the Mitochondria. Come on! We literally learned this in Seventh Grade! Instead of listening, I doodle in the margins of my notebook, drawing whatever comes to mind, which just happens to be Violet. I continue doing this until the bell rings and we are released.
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Mocha Latte
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