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High School.
Such a waste fo time.
I'm Y/N Ro'meave. Yea yea yea.
Older brother, captain of the baseball team.
My twin, Hot topic and my BFF no matter what.
My little bro, green scarf with eyes to go with.
I was a normal kid, until. Well, I was cursed. I was turned into a werewolf one day. I was so embarrassed to come to school.
The first day of senior year. Well, in the middle of the school year. I met my new friends. We were close, until one night.
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