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To care or not...
each day is like a snowflake almost the same but not quite
same as the days where i attempt to rank first striving to one day be unsurpassed by my peers. never the less im always outranked by my so called friend Grace. sometimes i wonder how she remembers everything she must not have a life but hah im really one to talk. glaring at her head after once more being surpassed, listening to the dull monotone of my geometry teacher i decide not to care anymore. not being one to sleep in class i somehow go unnoticed. i sleep through 1st and grab my homework hastily to avoid a confrontation with Mr.Monotone. slipping into the bathroom i put pale powder on my already pale cheeks. staring into the mirror i smile a grim smile and leave, my shadow echoing behind me.
i arrive at second period English just as the bell rings. i walk to the teachers desk slowly. Mrs. Grammar looks up at me worried expression on her face. Are you sick she asks, her mouth an upside down crescent moon. i nod without words. i watch as she writes a note to the nurse. My Golden Ticket.
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