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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Monday came unexpectedly. Unlike the weekday no one ever looks forward to, this Monday was a little different. He was a breath of fresh air in my suffocating world, a touch of sunshine in my shadow self. One whiff of his gentleness left me wanting more. Hello, Monday. (。・・)ノ Enter LINETTE MARTEL. A girl with a teacher for a best friend. She feels like she doesn't belong in her school for literal geniuses. Enter MONDAY *full name unknown*. A boy with a man-bun and a strange personality. He goes to said school for geniuses to raid it. Enter DRAMA. "Why have you come," then I spit back, "Sunday." Low blow, I know. With my eyes still closed, I hear him laugh softly, "I told you. We want her." "Why? Why her?" "I don't find the need to tell you that, princess." "Stop calling me that," I growl. "Why? Isn't that who you are?" I keep quiet. I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult. But coming from him, it's most likely an insult. "A spoiled, selfish brat who has a brain but not a heart," he finishes. Ah, there it is. I might just curse at him.

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