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REVENGE
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this is just a short story for my English class. i wanted to see how others would like this style of writing. It's Called REVENGE INTRO- As I walked closer, I could smell trouble in the air. I saw him not even 10 meters away, wanting, waiting. I stopped 1 meter from his face and began to speak. “I’m here now so what do you want. You can take anything from me just please don’t drag him into this.” I then looked away to point to the man next to me, then looked back instantly. He opened his mouth to speak and began to raise a knife from within his hand.
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This sucks.' I thought as I dozed off through the lesson. Out of all the places I could've been sent to. I was sent to THIS class. Someone cleared their throat from behind me and I internally groaned as I turned around. I came face-to-lower stomach and I moved my gaze upward to a somewhat angry face. "Can I not help you?" I asked, "Your in my seat." The boy said and I scoffed, "No its not." I said my tone dripping with attitude. "Yeah it is." He pressed on and I leaned back in the chair. "I don't see you're here." I say, "Top corner on the table and right-side up on the chair." He said and B.L. was there. "That's clearly the name of someone else." I said, crossing my arms. His lip twitched upward. "That stands for Blaze Lancester." He said, "Well, I've never heard of Blaze Lancester." I say, smiling, "My name IS Blaze Lancester." He said, "Well then I guess you should stop writing on the school's property." As those words left my mouth, all of hell broke loose.

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