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The Untitled Works of Kristen Meyers |
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Dare to Dance [2] |
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Dare to Dance |
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Forever Lost |
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You Don't Even Have To Read This |
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Falling To Pieces |
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My Emo Lover♥ [The Finale] |
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My Emo Lover♥ [19] |
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My Emo Lover♥ [18] |
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My Emo Lover♥ [17] |
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My Emo Lover♥ [16] |
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My Emo Lover♥ [15] |
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My Emo Lover♥ [13] |
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My Emo Lover♥ [12] |
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My Emo Lover♥ [11] |
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My Emo Lover♥ [10] |
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My Emo Lover♥ [9] |
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My Emo Lover♥ [7] |
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My Emo Lover♥ [2] (redone)
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As I walked down towards the office, I wondered what they could be calling me for. The principal greeted me at the doors.
“Ah, Ms. Wylke, I am pleased to see that u made it here so quickly.” He said in an overly cheery voice. “Now as you may know, Nathan Morton left school before break started. When he left, he made it so that there was an opening on our waiting list. So we decided to enroll a new student. To make sure that he finds all of his classes, and gets there on time, we have chosen you to show him around.”
At those last words, I knew that the next few days were going to be a living hell for me. Why in the world would I want to show some loser around the school? But right as I was about to say something, a boy walked in though the office doors.
“Ah, here he is now. Grace, this is Gabriel Carter, the boy you will be showing around for the next few days. Gabriel, this is Grace.”
“Gabriel” did not look happy either. “I don’t like to be called Gabriel,” he said quietly, but I don’t think anybody heard him. He looked up as he said this, and I got my first good look at him.
He was about 5’9”, so he was bout 2 inches taller than me. He was wearing black skinny jeans, converses, and a tight black band t-shirt. His hair was jet black, and it was sort of long in the front, covering almost half of his face. U could tell that he was wearing eyeliner. I summed him up in that one glance. He was going to be the “artistically different” type of person.
“Now Gabriel, we have set you up with the same schedule as Grace here. She will direct you to all of your classes. If you have any questions, please ask her. If not, feel free to ask any of your teachers.” Then the principal rushed us out of his office.
“Okay, so we have first hour science. We should probably go check out your locker first.” I told him.
"What ever." he said in this 'I don’t care let’s just get this over with' kind of voice.
I did not know what this kid's problem was, but I was going to find out.

