I just stood there. I couldn't move, I couldn't even let the tears out if I wanted to. I could just stand and stare and at the floor. I could barely think. The thoughts were making my legs weak, they were making me feel like if I fell, it would be the last thing I would do, but no. I'm not. I have to, I have to just, just get over it. One little fact, one little emotion, cant possibly do all this. And then....
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A Mission Of Undercover And (not!) Being Discovered
RandomI'm popular. Sorry I'm in 7th grade and if I give up my job I'll die. Yay. My Freind is pressuring me and I don't know what to do, Untill........
