Found: slammed on to Michael Thatcher's desk by a livid Catie Trenga, which silenced the class; oblivious to Catie, who was making daggers at a sheepish Clarice
Time: 10:33 AM, 10/15/13
When: Art class was beginning to get boring, and it was only five minutes in
"I'm sorry! I thought we were cool on this topic."
YOU ARE READING
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Teen FictionIt all began so lightheartedly. One would pass notes to the other, and the other would respond in kind. Neither had a single clue that they were the other's singular tether to reality. That they were the string keeping them alive. Through their ex...
