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Screwed Up!

Mary Delle S., N/A, Philippines By BloodyMary, N/A, Philippines

I sensed a heavy feeling inside my chest. My stomach quivered unbearably. What kind of feeling is this? It was hard to tell.

Mrs. Grimson shall come inside this room then she’ll interrogate us, “Have you done your homework yesterday?”

Unfortunately, I’d have to answer NO. Why was I born dumb? Lame. Lame. Lame.

My chest expanded as I hear the unusual thumps of my heart. The minutes approached rapidly. I’m screwed up!

“Stevie,” a soft voice whistled in my ears. It calmed me tentatively. “Why do you look so tensed?”

I winced from the question. Why would Girlie even care about what I feel?

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