7th Grade Memory

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     Gregg..... I know it was him. It has his name written all over it. I look around and see kids laughin at me. And behind a group of football players, Gregg is staring at me, with that stupid smirk on his face.

     When I opened up my locker this morning at school, a small bucket of honey fell on me, followed by a bunch of chicken feathers. And then when I turned around, a flash went off in my face; someone took a picture of my humiliation.

"Come on Ash... Let's go get this crap off of you," Kevin said. It always amazes me that he's stayed my friend for so long. I'm not sure I'd wanna be cool with a loser like me.

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