ChapterEight

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Zeke Hayes I'm currently walking to Peytons, to study with Sam and Nolan. It was about a half hour walk from my house, so I started the walk around 12:30, sense we said 1. I have my headphones in, and I'm listening to Taylor Swift's album, folklore. I dont care what you say, im a f*****g swiftie. I love her music, and her lyrics are absolutely genius. I'm not too excited to study with Peyton, he's moody when he does talk to me, which is rare. He just stares at me, which is so weird. But the walk goes quick, Peyton said to text him when i get there. I see the gates from where I'm at, so I pull up i********: and send a quick text. When I get close to the gates, I see a couple of guys guarding the entrance. Seems a bit extreme if you ask me, but to each their own. The gates open, and Pe

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