It was two weeks before my birthday, sunny and yet not funny all because of him.... Its all of his falut... Why did he shoot her not me, I just cant belive shes gone yet the only thing left is my blood stand shrit also a puddle of red and brown on the floor.
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Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.