The crush pt. 2

The Crush pt 2 That next day at school Mr. Jenson wasn’t there. I panicked a bit as I walked into the classroom seeing some old man in a faded brown suit. I wondered if[…]

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My history teacher

MY HISTORY TEACHER I'm sitting in my history class, listening to Mr. Markusen droning on about events leading up to the Civil War. It's my first year here at the Clark School for Girls, a[…]

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The phantom's new toy

The grey stone building stood before Cassandra rather interestingly, the mock Tudor fronting grayed to some extent by years of pollution. The black paint on the door was pealing slightly. Irony had taken its turn,[…]

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