Eleventh grade came, along with new student.
More specifically. A new guy. Which has been eyeing out group. Even more specifically.
h e r .
And I couldn't stand it. He had his life somewhat more together than mine. He was already taking college courses and was studying part time to be a lawer. A. Fucking. Lawyer.
Boring if you ask me.
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