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Hearing her outburst, Zoya stopped and turned around. A grin embraced her face. "Well, come on then." Then she spun back around and started walking again.
"Mm, where should we go today.." Zoya muttered to herself, glancing around to see if there were any teachers that were roaming the halls.
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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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