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c a t h e r i n e
"Where have you been yesterday? Why were you absent?" Lisa suspiciously questioned me the next morning, as if I had gone somewhere and did something secretive. Although that wasn’t entirely false.
She scooted all of her straight blonde hair to one shoulder, leaned on her locker, and watched me as I busied myself with mine.
"I.. just wasn't feeling well."
"You never skip classes even if you're already dying."
Lisa and I had been classmates since grade 11. We're close but she's friends with everyone so it's hard to tell my level of importance. I never considered her my best friend. I know she feels the same way about me. I’m famous and all but I never really maintained a huge number of friends or had
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