"What frustrates you the most?" Mr. Brown asked.
No one replied as he looked at the board.
"Emmy." He spoke my name harshly.
"My playstation doesn't work." I answered. It was the first thing popping up in my mind.
Then the black-red haired guy locked eyes with me and gave a light nod.
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I had no idea how much that short nod would change my sophomore year. And maybe that was good.
My name is Emmy and I fell for Michael Clifford. Really hard.
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