As far as she could remember she had been a rebellious one, someone who does whatever she wants, maybe all this started after she lost her mother.
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The sharp bell chimes loudly, her eyes fly open in shock. She blinked a few times, smoothing out the fuzzy world before her.
Her jaw felt stiff and her teeth were clenched against each other. She lifted her head from her doodle-stained desk and stared out in a daze at the classroom before her. Her classmates were busy clearing off their desks and stuffing paper pencils into binders before exiting through the wooden door on the right side of the room. She unclenched her jaw and stood up, her legs snapping up and flinging her chair into a person crossing behind.
"Ow!"
They groaned.
"What's your freakin' problem!?"
She turns around.
"Sorry,"
She giggled.
"I didn't see you."
Without another word, she turned back to her desk and stuffed her work into her fat binder that sat on the floor under her desk.
