Do Not Read This Book

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You still won't leave, will ya? Ahh, fine.

We made it to school without getting our heads chopped off by my mother. All of us are scared of mom no-one-messes-with the woman. Don't get into any mess with her! Just don't. We bid our farewells to my cool hipster dad ("Love you my, little men!" I'm not a man but he calls us men)  and me and my brother get out of the car.

The middle school and high school are just a block away so I drop off John at his school and then walk to...................................................................................................wait for it..............

INLAND HIGH SCHOOL! 

  You must be thinking.

Why always high school? Well,... here's the answer...too bad! The setting for this book is HIGH SCHOOL. HIGH SCHOOL. HIGH SCHOOL. 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Aww man. I think you're getting use to this.

I'm trying to bore you here!

I make my way toward my group of friends. They wave at me and gesture for me to come over. I do.

"Hey Sara." Maggie says.

"Hi" Tracey tells me. I greet them back. 

"Speaking of the devil."Maggie murmurs. We all turn our heads toward the center of the quad. My oh my. It is the devil, Grace Right. Man. The irony, she is never right. 

Grace is arguing with this other girl, Abree Lincoln. It looks like it's about to escalate. Everyone knows that grace and Abree are complete enemies and sluts. 

Then one slut punched a gut. They started going down screaming and pulling each others hair. People start to form a circle around them. Maggie, Tracey, and I just stay behind and watch the show. 

Ahh yes...

March 11

Screaming and pulling each others hair make us even more hurt than before. Acting like a buffoon will not make anything better!!!!