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48. The message
“Um, yeah! You should be more careful and not run in the halls. Didn’t your parents teach you that?” she smirked, looking down at me, as I collected my things from the cold floor.
I shot her a glare, but then groaned and threw my hands up in the air. There was no point in arguing with someone who was so quick to put the whole blame on me. It would only piss me off, and I didn’t have the energy or time for this.
“Think whatever you want,” I sighed and hung my bag on my shoulder, leaving Olivia behind me.
Her icy, narrowed eyes haunted me until I went into Biology. There, Thomas was grinning stupidly when he saw me, and my worries melted away. I took a new seat on a desk near the door, not wanting to be seen as someone who came in after the bell.
My breathing incr
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