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One year ago My hand was sweaty when I read the message on my phone. I was too focused on it that I didn't even hear the bell ringing, signaling that our history class was over. My eyes were locked on the text, while my mind was going crazy. Tyler: I've got a surprise coming up Tyler: I'll see you soon at the cafeteria Tyler: Miss you I froze like a statue. I might not have been this nervous if I hadn't heard what my best friend told me yesterday. "Luna, did you hear me?" I snapped…-
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The 'avoid-Santana-by-all-means' stunt Daemon was pulling was starting to get on my nerves and not in a 'I'll get over it in a day' way. By the way Daemon was acting, you'd think I'd contracted Ebola overnight. He kept his distance, even when we were carpooling. He'd have on the smile that I could tell easily was a forced one and everything was… weird, tense… awkward. He'd used to hug me when we met first thing in the morning and then he'd at least come in for a drink after school once a week.…-
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It was clearly evident by the way everyone was acting a week later at school that the arrival of the Archer twins was a big event in our town. Everywhere I turned someone was either talking about how they were from the Big Apple, how good looking they both were or how Jesse had stared at them for a full two seconds and scoffed. It was fast becoming the headline of every single conversation and I was starting to get snappy at it too. Luckily, Jenny shared my predicament. "If I have to listen to how…
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The sun's surface temperature is approximately 5778Kelvin, which would be about 5505'Celsius. Hot. Very hot. Supernova hot. Why am I bringing up this interesting yet totally off-track fact? Because as I, Santana Marie Klaus watched Jesse whatever-middle-name-he-had (he looked like a guy who had a middle name) Archer disappear into the house, I experienced a temper that boiled to temperatures of extreme intensity which would rival that of a sun's surface temperature. How dare he! How dare the…
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Mom was adamant about me making new friends, friends other than Daemon. On Friday, the Archers had moved in and by Saturday we had a big welcome to the neighbourhood Barbie mom and Mrs Archer had organized. The Archer's place once cleaned up and everything put away in their correct and proper place was huge. They even had a backyard which I wouldn't have known off, closed off from the main house with its own back gate leading off into another street entirely. Mr Archer was on the grill with a glass…
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"What happened now?" I snapped at my best friend as soon as I got into the Jag five minutes later. He didn't say a word right away. Instead, he stared at the steering wheel, his fingers curled over into a tight fist. He looked lost. "Dae?" I lost the anger I'd been holding onto from been ditched as I turned around to face him, angling my body towards his, studying his demeanor. "I'm sorry for what I did to you today at school San," he began in a whisper, his eyes still on the steering wheel, pools…
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Five and half minutes later, I'm outside with mom leading the way over to the neighbor's house. Yes, the so called five minutes she'd claimed she needed me for had expired due to me trying to squeeze into the black dress that had tightened over my chest area and rear end area since last year. Yes, since mom had bought the dress, my boobs had grown from a B cup to a C cup, adding even more to Dave's fascination with me. The neighbor's front lawn was covered with toys, ranging from soldiers, to…
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As pissed as I was at Daemon, I found myself enjoying the cowardly display Drake was showcasing whenever I was near him. His eyes would shoot directly down to the floor, staring at it like it was the most interesting thing since sliced bread. I somewhat felt pity for him and a sense of responsibility for his injuries which was a black eye (Dave never mentioned that Daemon had landed that) and by the way he was curling over his mid-section, I deduced that it was pretty much badly bruised if not a broken…
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Mr Lomaz was going at it again. And by 'at it' I meant the sick idiot was droning on and on about his pathetic non-existent love life instead of teaching us how to get the integral of the equation on the board. I mean, come on, we were on the same bloody boat, that is I had no love life too, but I wasn't the one boring a class to death. Not to add, that he'd relayed the same pathetic story last week. If I was going to be failing my SATs because of this idiot, I will be suing the school and the…
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I threw my dinner at Daemon the first time we met. Or at least that's what my mom and Mrs Matthew's have told us over and over again. We were too young to know what we were doing back then anyways. It was a blend of steamed pumpkin and potatoes. The following eight years was an all-out war between the two of us. Daemon could pretty much hold a grudge back then. He still can today. One time in second grade, he'd pushed me into a huge puddle with god knows what in it. I'd ran home, showered quickly…
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