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Sixteen
When I saw people in front of me I guessed that it was time for third hour. The halls cleared I tried to recover myself, so I could go to class. By missing 1st and 2nd hours, I know my mom will already be getting a call and make my life even worse. It was so not worth it, trust me. I took a last glance at the pictures in her locker before closing it.
I didn't bother to grab my book bag from my locker before going to 3rd hour. When I opened the door, the whole class got silent, including the teacher. I took a step in the class and tried to quietly sniffle. It sounded loud like it was echoing off the walls. I looked at my seat expecting to see Jessica, but instead, it was empty. I looked at Chris's seat, but it wasn't empty as I expected. Instead, there was one person stupid enough to be sitting in my best friend's seat.
Jessica!
No one seemed to realize where and who I was glaring at.
"Move bitch!" I growled. I noticed the new girl we got in the class flit
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