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Ongoing, First published Mar 21, 2016
Striding out of the comfort of your elegant, black car, you stare out at your new school. Like something out of a Steven King novel, with less fictional entities, however. 8:30 in the morning promotes the ideal backdrop for such a cause - dingy, cold mist hanging above the empty field like church curtains. Your coat ripples in the raw, biting wind, slapping your thighs numb. A lanky figure looms above you. "Welcome to Gemoa Lida High..."Creative Commons (CC) Attribution
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