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Zoya let out a small chuckle. "I see," she said slowly, as she got up from her desk. "Well then why are we sitting here? You said she doesn't notice if anyone is gone. She's probably forgotten about us anyway."
Yawning, she started to walk out of the classroom, wondering if anyone will have the guts to follow.
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my name is Allie, and im 13 years old.
i wish to write something that moves people. makes them cry, or makes them horrified, or makes them laugh. and after i do that, i wish to die young, in a tragic accident. so when people read my writing, they can say, "oh yes. this girl is the one that died. it was such a sad thing. pity we can't read any more of her stories." and my collectables, my journals, my skirts and jeans will be so expensive, even bill gates couldn't buy them. and i'll be smiling, as i haunt some stupid people in ghost form, because i will become a ghost.
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