Jane dickey 8

It was early in the morning, the sun was barely shining due to the clouds, and the tiredness in his body was more than evident, he let out a small yawn due to the ground he had on top of him

"Shit...how annoying it is to come to school another day"

I wandered along one of the sidewalks, until I noticed a girl wearing the uniform of his same school, but she was definitely not from his class...or someone he remembered

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