Okay so I'm starting this story at lunch. There is this group that always sits at the same table. We call it the outcast table. Then one day this girl (not mentioning any names) comes and sits with us. She can cause drama out of nothing. That's exactly what she did. She sat there everyday until slowly,the entire table started falling apart. that's when she left, like her job was finished. now, the table is slowly coming back, but it's not the same. Even though we are almost all together, there is still some built up tension between us.
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RandomThis is the same person. I'm Lexi_Luves_Pickles, but my other account crashed, so I'm writing it on this.
