This is the story of my three years in high school.
The things that happened here left an imprint on my fellow students, and won't ever be forgotten. These emotions I felt will.
If I could go back and return to the spot where it all started...or even before then, where I was already beginning to crumble, what would I have done?
"Isn't it natural to want to protect something you love?"
Is what I would've asked myself if I was talking to the person I was back then.
I still don't have an answer.
I still don't know if that was the right thing to do when I started going on a rampage.
I still don't know if I regretted anything afterwards or if I even noticed how much damage I caused.
I still don't even know if I care at all about what I have done.
And you know, not knowing if you care is probably the worst thing at all.
If it's come to that, it means ever utterly meaningless.
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Marshmellow
HorrorPinewood High school. A simple high school. It was like any other...gross cafeteria food, extensive classes, some clubs to keep those that enjoyed hanging out busy. And there was Luna. A simple girl. A quiet girl. Though you couldn't tell at first g...
