SCOTT CAN'T PUBLISH THOSE PICTURES!
********************* It was a messy lunch as the cafeteria was clouded teenagers. I remember pushing through some obstacles to get to my intended location, which was the chair that Jojo shared with Mel. As I approached the chair, Jojo must have once again, seen through my dilemma. I rushed in front of them, breathing heavily and anxiously staring at the table. I wanted to speak with Jojo alone. " What do you want? " Jojo sternly asked. The heavy laden still was placed in my chest, but I found a way to speak. " Can I... can I talk to you? " I asked in a unstable tone. " Sure. " Jojo casually answered. My head flickered severally to where Mel was sitting, how do I say that I want her to leave? The silence went on for a short while, and finally, Jojo understood my predicamen
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