Homosexual correction camp: p3

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William Lia Afton:  "William pack your things." My mother said, acid-laced between her words. "With pleasure." I can't even admire, animatronic-boy anymore... I really was rather fond of him. He would always come up to talk to me after class but, if he found I was fond of him it'd be the end of our non-relationship... I frowned and felt tears in my eyes.  I wouldn't be able to see his sandy locks for at least two months. I wouldn't be able to watch him draw from afar for two months... I felt the tears overflowing my face. "WHAT'S THE POINT OF THIS SHIT IF I CAN'T EVEN SEE MR. ANIMATRONIC!?" I cried, kicking the door. I felt my foot sting and yipped, falling back onto my bed. *Sigh* 

  I wiped my face and continued packing. I only packed three shirts, three pairs of pants, my pride flag, a pair of shoes, and a shit ton of hair-ties. I also packed about six books and three note pads, four boxes of colored pencils, a glitter glue, a glue stick, and two led pencils. I even before "meeting Mr. Animatronic, loved to draw animatronics. "I'M DONE WOMAN!" I shouted. My mother if I could call the bitch that obviously didn't respond, as expected. 

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