My Teacher Poppy
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His tough facade melted while i watch in awe to see his true skin. He never wanted to be the bad guy, he needs to be the bad guy. Jared Marshall McCallister was the only boy i ever talk to when I was 15. I wanted to be somewhere in his life, perhaps, a friend.
And then i saw it with my very own eyes, orange lights shine against the dark sky. His voice in terror. I stood there with unfamilliar feeling I have never felt before. Our eyes met, his was shiny with unshed tears.
That was the last time I saw him.
p.s. English is not my first language and although im not from America, the story needs to be set there for the story to move like how the redditor told their story. Yes, this is inspire from a reddit post.
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