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Drunk Or Not Drunk?
**CAMILLA**
~Wednesday MorningUnlike my original plan of storming out to the garden or seating in the cafeteria and getting caught by a teacher, I ended up going to class arriving a few minutes earlier, pouting like an angry lion starved of food.Anyone who dared mess with me gets anything they receive.Anger is the one thing I can't get a grip on and my levels are off the charts.The teacher did arrive as soon as the bell sounded. Most of it then was like that.I was currently in English class learning about the various stress patterns.How ironic considering how relatable I am to the first word.Sadly, I wasn't paying any attention. Can't afford it at this point not to mention I covered the topic last week while reading ahead.Ugh.Safe to sat, my mind was somewhere else.Very far.The teacher would throw random questions at students to check if we were following the topic, I'll freeze if she cal
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