A/N - WARNING! The scenes described might be uncomfortable for some people so please proceed with caution.
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As I finished my sentence, she looked down with a defeated expression. It didn't have any anger but just fear and sadness, almost like she knew she couldn't make up the difference between us… deserving of the word trash.
I then turned around and shut the door behind me.
That should get her to stop bothering me. Also, there is no point in me going back to PE since I've absorbed the techniques already. Photographic memory is overpowered, but I still fear the night that I have a nightmare about my mother.
*sigh*
I let out a long sigh as I climb onto the hospital bed beside me.
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The bell for last period had just rung and I was currently walking out of the school building. My PE teacher returned my sweatshirt right before lunch ended, so I didn't have to find him again.
