2 Social Studies 2
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I woke up and rushed to go to school.
My mother tried talking to me again but I ran past her to catch the bus.
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"Freak" a group of boys pushed me down while chanting the word freak at me.
I picked up my books and walked to my next class, making sure my hoodie covered me.
"Did you hear about the shooting at Emma's school?" I overheard a conversation between two girls.
"What? Really? Is she okay?"
"Yeah yeah- but two people died and 4 were injured".
'Shooting?' I thought.
'I don't have any guns' I frowned.
"I have knifes" I proudly said and smiled.
"what the hell. .." the girl next to me said while glaring at me.
I rolled my eyes at her.
'It would be satisfying if you stabbed your best teachers'.
"Yes! My art and social studies teachers" I exclaimed.
"You're so weird" again, the girl next to me said.
"At least my shorts aren't up my arse" I said and walked away.
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