When There's Hail

When There's Hail

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WpMetadataReadConcluida jue, jun 8, 202310h 12m
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After DC told me I fit the qualifications of someone he'd murder, I never wanted to speak to him again. So I probably shouldn't have blamed him for something he didn't do, against someone he couldn't stand. It sort of cheesed him off... Okay, this is what happened: Patrick Graywake - high school basketball god - lost his diary. I - high school nobody with debilitating shyness - found said diary. Let's just say "circumstances" led me to publicizing the item in question for the entire high school to peruse. And when caught? ... Yeah, I might have accidentally blamed my next door neighbor, DC Birch. Who scares the pee out of me! So now DC thinks I owe him and he thinks I can repay him by singing in his band. And I think I have to because I'm about ninety-nine percent sure he'll kill me if I don't. Now I'm on the radar of an angry jock, a drummer with an anger management problem, a bitter ex-girlfriend, and a possible sociopath... Oh boy.
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"I love how innocent you act, but I know you're not." **************************** My dad had given me a simple journal that I thought I'd never use. When I found out he died in a car crash, that next week, I decided to start writing all my feelings in it because I'm not really good at expressing them verbally. My journal was full of decent thoughts... Well some were decent, Until I met Dillon Taylor. He was the cocky, annoying, loud mouthed boy next door that wouldn't turn his music down if the queen of England walked in his room. So one night, I finished my diary entry and fell asleep. I left the window open because it was hot. Bad idea. I heard some fiddling in my room so I turned on my lamp. Only to see that annoying boy from next door's body was halfway out my room window-- with my diary in his hand.

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