Hatred.

Hatred.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Feb 10, 2023
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Horror
It's a school with 3 different types of people (most likely one odd person out); first of all, the populares, second of all, the 'nerdy' kids (which I totally disagree with) and last of all, the uncategorised; these are people who don't fit under those categories or hasn't been chosen to go to any of this categories, some even don't get anything at all. It was all despise, loathe and abomination. Chaos pouring out of every class in the school. Although, the loathe and hatred sort of stuff had went. Randomly went after a day. Every one was confused, everyone was being...caring, loving. What might happen?
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Ana

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