"I chose to be bad because when I was good many people doubted my goodness and found fault with me and tried to make me look bad in everyone's eyes."
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The girl ran down the stairs in a hurry. The high school uniform he wears looks messy with her shirt taken out, the top two buttons still open and her tie tied carelessly. Her bag was slung over her right shoulder, and in her left hand she carried shoes that were predominantly white with black stripes around them. Her right hand grabbed the bread that was already on the dining table.
"Damn it! I might be late again!" Laura cursed with her mouth chewing bread as she ran out of the house to the black car that was waiting for her.
Monday, the day Laura both hated and loved. Hate that there is a ceremony that makes her stand in the sun and hear speeches that never end. It's nice because on Mondays there are only two subjects, unlike other days where the schedule is always busy.
Honk! Honk!
