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As she was a good five feet away from the class, she heard a subsitute talking. "Oh, sh*t. Guess that girl isn't coming with me," she said to herself. Figures. That's what every person does. They say they want to come, and then they chicken out. It's pathetic.
Yawning, she walked out of the school from a side exit, and stumbled on the sidewalk. Zoya saw the window where she was supposed to be in class, and she saw the chicken girl sitting like a total perfect student.
Spitting on the ground, she shook her head and lazily walked. She didn't know where she was going and she didn't care either.
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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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