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Part 13

Mondays Suck

It's already that time again. As Karla joined me, herself looking pretty with tight jeans and an equally tight black shirt, I lapsed for a second, imagining us older, fully in love. Karla asked, interrupting my daze,

“Where is he?”

I looked at our school's small parking lot, noticing that Blake was just pulling in. Underneath the sun and cool air, Blake seemed to send chills down my spine as he walked towards me. His leather jacket and skinny jeans did almost the same number as Karla had on me. As he made his way to us, I noticed his hair seemed to be slicked back with globs of gel. He smiled, his perfect teeth not parting to bare his fangs. My heart pounded with excitement...

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