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Approaching my school,  I remember that the reason for going home was to get my backpack.

Every single thing I need for today is in that thing, well except for my phone.

I reached for my back pocket.

Oh no. It's gone. I must've dropped it when I bumped into that jerk, Michael.

I know what your thinking,  Not a big deal! That's why phones have passwords.

That's the thing.  My mom checks my phone daily. She thinks I'm into porn or something.  She thinks if I have a password then that means I'm hiding something.

I'd rather my phone be destroyed by a passing car then have Michael find it. My life is literally on that thing. For example my HUGE on Calum.

No one can find out about my crush,  especially Michael. He'll either tell the whole school right away or bribe me until the day I die.

I make my way through the school doors. Luckily no one notices me as I walk through the halls. I'm able to make it to my locker alive.

As I stand in front of history class, I think to myself Get ready for the hell that is first period.

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