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Remember that girl who sat in the back of the class, the one that’s not there now?

“I miss her. I miss the girl who sat at the back of the class. The one that's not there now. 

I'm scared for her.

In the tenth grade after she "slept" with the captain of the Chess club I heard a sound coming from the girls bathroom. When I walked in I found Iris crying her mismatched eyes out over the toilet, vomit dripping down her chin and her wrists bloody. I cleaned her up. We didn't speak at all as I helped her get ready to face the hell we call school again.

It was probably one of the scariest moments of last year and I'm worried that she's done it again.

 This time I'm not there to help her.”

Jane

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