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The car horn brings me back to reality, the sad miserable reality I'm so desperate to escape from.
The kid from my class walking towards me and almost getting run over in the process.
The proud, social, topper goody two shoes... I always wondered how one can be good at so many things so effortlessly. Some just have it all, a good family, a perfect subservient brain.
And then there's my brain always bickering...
"Hey Clarissa ! Whatcha doin' here all sad and gloomy? "
"er... I... Uh... missed my bus."
"Oh, uh maybe we could drop you off, I just got out to get some stuff for the stupid project that's due tomorrow... "
"Um no I'm ... I'll be fine... My ride's coming uh soon."
"Oh good you wouldn't mind some company till then , would you? "
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Carnage
General FictionClassic tale of a mysterious girl and a too good to be true boy... Or is it...?
