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...7...

The next day, School periods went on so fast that now I was in the third period, literature class, my favourite. I frowned as Mr Henderson started talking about a drama play. Don't get me wrong I love literature but sometimes I love food more.

Why can't we just do some class work. I mean I already have history project with Robbie, I have a calculus practical to submit next week and I'm sure Mr Hayward had already paired me with either Xavier or Maxwell. I just want to sleep or better still, eat lunch.

When will the fucking bell ring!!!.

" Miss Evans "

Dad had already packed lunch for me, peanut butter sand wish cut in different shapes. So cute!. I mean best dad right?

" Miss Evans!! " Mr Henderson yelled and I looked up at him, I know where this is going and I hate it already.

" Yes? Mr Henderson" I managed to say . trust me I would have looked for pretty lots of excuses to get myself out of this tension but it doesn't help when all eyes were on me.

I mean, how am I fucking suppos
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