Typical. Chris was moving schools. To another part of town. Long distance relationships never work out. Damn. No prom date either. Man I'm depressed. Then to top it all off...

Craig arrived at the door. I'm home alone. Great. He waved, and grinned. "I'm moving next door to Chris's new house. Th0ught you'd like to know." I gave him a snarl.

"Don't snarl at me, bitch!" He yelled, slapping me round the face. He stalked off, smirking. I touched my cheek, tears welling up. I slammed the door, and ran to my room. How could this get any worse? Would there be no-one to save me this nightmare???

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