I Wish We Knew

I Wish We Knew

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"It doesn't have to be like this Bish...." "Yeah..coz it could always be like that!" "You sarcastic bitch" he laughed along with me. Maybe I was wrong. I just wish I knew. Normal Nothing peculiar Boring That's pretty much what anyone who goes to Marydale highschool would say. Nothing is ever out of place for most people. Even for Bishell Whitley. The lack of attention from the crowd gave her greatest strength. Her observation skills. Her silence is mistaken for invisibility but not to all. Rockie McKal is a what they call 'average kind of person 'in Marydale who for unknown reasons secretly despises Bishell Will the truth about everything ever be revealed
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