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Seventy-Seven
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2024-10-29 19:42:56All third hour no one would talk to me except Chey and Deidra. They were still asking for details about my little adventure and how I was holding up. I tried not to snap at them, but as the shock faded, tiredness took over.
When the bell rang, the three of us jumped out of our seats and walked over to the courtyard waiting for Mark and his roommate, Trey, who wanted to sit with us. We looked around for several minutes until I spotted them standing on the other side. Mark was on the phone, so he didn't notice us walk up to him.
When he did see me though, he said a quick goodbye and hung up abnormally fast.
Marx's P.O.V.
She is really going to hate me for this, but someone had to do it. I hope she can forgive me. She has no idea what is in store for her in about forty-five minutes.
Julie's P.O.V.
We all walked into the buzzing cafeteria, and it went dead silent as we walked in. The five of us just stood there as eve
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