I shouldn't have

I shouldn't have

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This is the story about a girl. She's sixteen years old, and it just started to happend things in her life. Her parents starts trusting her. She starts on a new High School. And who does she meet? The one she wish she never met. "He came closer, and soon the few meters that was between us, was gone. "You don't really want me to go, or what?" he whispered, and I saw a little half-smirk in his face when I didn't answer. "Just go away." I muttered and bit my lip slightly. He laughed of me, and winked. Then he walked over to his friends and started discuss something I didn't hear. I left my breath out, didn't even mention that I held it, and I started go to my locker, to meet my friend."
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