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Chapter 16.2: The One Who's Dying Inside
AMBROSE
Focusing on class was the hardest thing to do. I know I’m not the brightest student here in Mary Heights High and that’s another big problem. My grades are hanging on a thread. I should be sitting here with both ears open and eyes up front instead of staring outside the window. I know I will eventually see August today, that was the only thing that I was thinking of, but the overflowing anticipation seemed to be disemboweling me.
“Haylock!” Mrs. O’Riley called for my name forcing me to snap out of my head.
“Yes,” I spat almost immediately.
“Your mind is flying again,” Mrs. O’Riley said calling me out and all eyes are pinned on me. I heard a few people laughing and I just had to shut them down instantly. I looked around giving them a dead stare and they all ceased from laughing.
“I’m sorry,” I spat almost e
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AUGUST“What are you doing here?” Ambrose asked and he seemed to be quite surprised to see me here.If I wasn’t already drunk, I would’ve probably felt a whole new different kind of feeling the moment I recognized that Ambrose was the one who pulled me away through that crowd. I would’ve had a small panic attack, but that not even the case. I’m under this magnificent cloud of vodka and punch and I’m feeling real hyper which meant that I’m all ready for anything.I looked at Ambrose real close even though my sight is a bit flashy at this point. His hair seemed to have grown a few inches longer that the last time I saw him this quite close. The slit on his left eyebrows seemed to be permanent. Or maybe that slit is either natural or he just kept it consistently shaved.“Uhm, partying?” There was a moment of silen
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