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"Hey, girl, make yourself useful and get me a Rocks," Ms. Hackles barks, her eyes not leaving the tiny television on the wall. I stand up off the floo..
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Brakson Valley High School is like any other school I ever went to. Old, crumbling, and full of hormonal teenagers looking for some trouble. I sit at ..
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"What's up?" I say as I slam the car door shut, collapsing onto the scratchy velvet seats. Mr. Finnly smiles, "Quite a performance I just saw from you..
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I don't sleep. I don't eat. I don't listen to anything Mr. Finnly says.
Not that I could, anyway. His words are slurred together in a dull blur I
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They make me go to school the next day. "It'll be good for you, get your mind off of things, " Mr. Finnly said. I don't care anymore, really. Maybe he..
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I know where you were last night. The words swarm my brain and I close my eyes, and dig my fingers into my desk. I can't concentrate. How? Nobody know..
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My frozen fingers clumsily fold open the crinkled note with the address code hidden on it. I look up and squint past the flickering street light above..
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I look up at the clock on the faded blue wall. My tired eyes follow
the hands as they slowly circle the clock. I know I should be
concentratin..
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Jonah's rusty blue truck pulls to a stop at a curb. "Thanks so much, Jonah," I say with a smile. I meant it. I really needed to get my mind off my mot..
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My eyes stare at the doors of the Switched House across the street. My throat tightens. I'm not ready. Suddenly self-conscious, I glance over at Jonah..
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