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The Girl Named Pariah - 4I woke up the next day, knowing well what I would face. A wave, an attack, a bombardment of hatred, mockery, and laughter. I brushed my hair and wrapped my scarf around my neck, not even bothering to change out of my dress. Hurly hadn't asked for his hoodie back... I pulled it on and zipped it up. It had lost its familiar pizza smell and now reeked of cigarettes as my house did. I grabbed my bag and ran out the door, down the street to my bus stop. I got there before they closed the door and quickly sat down in the first empty row I saw. Better to sit down and hide as soon as possible, also, the more troublesome kids sat in the back. I pulledThe Girl Named Pariah - 4 by ~DarkStorms12
UndecidedThough you don't even know it,Undecided by ~DarkStorms12
You're still in the wrong.
I know you well enough to know it'll take a while
for you to realize that.
I've been looking for a replacement,
but still waiting to be forgiven for whatever I supposedly did.
And you replied, "I don't think we'll ever speak again."
You say that, but your glances from across the room say otherwise.
I know how hard this is for you
and you should just admit it
We are, at the least, evenly matched.
You're rather funny when you're mad and
I'm sure you think the same about me.
I wonder if you still think I'm in love with you,
because if you do, I'm still undecided on that.
You've been
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