FireMature

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Who am I? What am I?  I know almost nothing anymore... all I know is pain, terrible pain... and revenge. Sweet revenge, fixing all the wrong I have caused...


Mark Woods walked into his English class, sitting down in his chair. He looked to his left and nodded to the girl he always sat next to him. He didn't get anything in response: he doubted she even noticed. Her hood was pulled up, and her hair hung in front of her face.  Glancing around, Mark spotted his girlfriend, the cheerleader Mia. She smiled at him, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder.

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