S o l | 18| S i n g l e| R o l e p l a y i n g W i t h... N o O n e |
I bit my lower lip, bringing out my crinkled schedule. I scrolled down the long list of classes, sighing. So many classes...Starting off with some good ol' History. Good, at least something I could actually do. My face twisted into a smirk, opening the twin doors, gently sliding in. No bumping into anyone, no getting face to face. I nodded, my hands wrapped around some text books. I skimmed through what seemed like a field of jellyfish, making my way towards class. I raised my eyebrow at how typical each day went by, watching guys hang around a specific cheerleader. I rolled my eyes, slightly chuckling at the thought. I finally reached my hand out towards the golden doorknob, turning it open to discover a whole class. Oh god dang it.I thought, slowly creeping my way towards an empty desk near the back of the room.
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CR1M1N4L, CR1M1N4L by Rachel Macwirter
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