I walk down the hall, smirking as some of my friends make some dumb corny joke. Its the last week of school, prom on Wednesday. Excitement hums around the hallway, but I could care less. I study every face, because I realized that I haven't all year. Mostly because they don't matter to me, but whatever. As we walk down the hallway, I spot you. Talking with your friend, eating a lollipop. I've heard rumors about you. Not good ones is all I can say.
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