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For a few minutes, I stared at my reflection in the mirror of the comfort room. I tilted my head as I pulled the strands of my hair one by one for inspection. I muttered every single curse I knew while trying to wash all the sticky sauce away by just using the faucet.
Damn that red witch back there. She made me look like a freaking psychopath killer. The spaghetti noodles and fries look like the intestines of the person I killed earlier. While the sauce, along with the barbeque powder, serves as the blood. Like, what the f**k? I imagine such weird things because I don't know what the hell will I do to get rid of all this mess I have. Darn it.
I can't go home to the dorm to change my uniform because the class isn't over yet. The vast gate of this building is still locked, s
