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At
six-freaking-thirty-five in the morning, I roll onto my side and stuff the thin
pillow against my ears. Instead of being awakened by a blasting a..
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“Nice
look, princess.” Fisher laughs.
I
can’t flip him off with the banana in my hand, so I retaliate with, “Better
than..
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Jackson
helps me up the mountain stairs. At the clinic, he leaves me in the horrible
strip-search room. I climb up on the table again. The hard surf..
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The
whiny crooner gets me out of bed for the next two weeks. I wander through
classes desperate to find a means of escape, but I’m trapped. No..
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On
hour later, I know I’m more angry at myself than I am at the rest of them. I
didn’t want to hurt Dee Dee’s feelings, but let&rs..
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Before
I can thank Mario for what he’s done, he drops the branch and grabs his wrist.
The Bracelet hums to life and I scream, “No!&rdquo..
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Fisher’s
in The Bunker.
Mario’s
in my advanced math class.
I’m
in shock.
Nothing
in this place makes sense. Not the ..
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When
the hour-long, Christian concert ends, I feel like I’ve been to a circus and
watched three motorcycles speed around a metal sphere. As a ..
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The
lack of air in The Chapel suffocates me. This is crazy. I don’t know anything
about the Bible. My stomach whirls like a hurricane. Based o..
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Guilty.
Guilty. Seven times guilty. I can’t argue with popular opinion. Might as well
hate myself too. I’ve done a great job of messing ..
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