Broken Heart or Perfection?While walking down his street with school in sight, his anxiety rose when he heard jingling in his pockets. He reached into them, and was disappointed to find his keys instead of quarters. He took out the long string holding his false change hopes together, and swung it as he walked.Broken Heart or Perfection?
In store for the day was the daily routine, or so he thought. Just another day of school lectures, making fun of the teachers, unhealthy food, and best of all, kicking it with the homies; the pals; the friends.
Little did he know, he was going to
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