Torn Pages
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When escaping reality there are always three things that follow.
Regret, understanding and Torn pages. I don't know about that last one, but that's what she always said and that's what I'll always believe.
Catherine Collins always had her head in a book. All she wanted was to fit in but that was to much to ask. Just like him.
Mathew Jenkins always had his head in the game. Captain of the basketball team, fitting In was all he did. He had nothing more to ask, except her.
But things don't always work out like that, he teased her for popularity and she read to escape it.
I Hope you enjoy its my first short story I'm not really good at these sort of things but give it a shot it can't hurt to try.
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