I hate him. I stare at his beautiful yet so ugly face, he is laughing at something the girl next to him has said, I want to slap the smile of his face and I want her to go die in a ditch. Im feeling flushed and i can feel that my hands and face are dampening with sweat, as i turn my glare to her, her fake blond hair pills on top of her head, loose strands escaping from the mess
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