Jazz was sat under the cherry blossom tree on the bench. A cup of coffee and an ashtray on the table. A cigarette in-between his fingers. screw everyone. my mother is a waste of space, my father is an idiot, Alex is a spoiled brat. I'm so done. He muttered to himself. Taking a puff from his cigarette. pouring more vodka into his coffee. suddenly heard his name being called and looked up and over to the source. He noticed his classmates and groaned. "No not someone from my class." He thought.
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