Anthropophobia
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Last published Wed, Dec 4, 2019
She had, Anthropophobia, the fear of people. Of being judged and looked at by society. He had, Monophobia, the fear of being alone. What happens when they cross paths? Will they end up hurting each other? Fight? You can find out in Anthropophobia. Follow Camreigh, and Keir, through this one roller coaster of a ride, called life... Or as they call it, Hell. Teachers call it, High School...
I was slammed back into the lockers... ow. "You don't know my fucking life just my name and whatever the news says. So let's change that. "
"Ugh. No! I told you to get off you fucking murderer!""
"At least I'm not some anorexic slut like you, I mean really losing. The V-card at what was it, again? Twelve? I mean... Murderer or not, at least I'm not a filthy whore like you." He spat on me with an awful smirk. I obviously punched him in his jaw and kicked him in the groin... He bent down his lip bleeding and he made a squeal falling on his knees.
"Good luck, making babies tonight." I winked and kicked him in the side of the head. "K.O."
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