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What May Happen Will never be known.
Sitting in class, writing quotes from songs on my binder. I look up and see the people , the people that make fun of me, that laugh at my expence. I loose all self-confidence. It drains from my mind, my body. Watching every movethey make waiting for them to strike at my dignity, mor whats left of my confidence. My love for school lowers, for I will not want to come as much as I did at dawn, when I awoke to the bright, shiny face of my older sister. My friends wil miss me, but we all miss something, someone. It's quite sad.
I lay lifelessly on my red comforter ion my bed, looking out my window... no one will know about this lifeless, cold, vacant body until dawn when my sisters bright shiny face turns white with fear. She looks into my vacant eyes and says, "They'll refret what they said." As she stomps pout of my room with rage, my mom comes in ad screams and my dad calls the hospital, although he knows i'm gone, gone forever. My veins are dry and my skin is cold.
Forget me. Please.
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