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Isabella never really knew her Grandmother, but now she needs to move there?! S.W.U.
Rivers Flows by XoxFalconXoX

The door clicks as I jam it tight. walking down the sidewalk, I quickly pick up my bike, lying all the way across from me. I shot a glance at my bike. I didn't want to ride it. It's so rusty, it looks like an artifact. I tried coloring it once with white paint. Yeah. The result wasn't that great. But it is the clackety sound that makes it old. But I throw my leg over on the other side and gripped firmly on the handles. I start pedaling, making the wheels produce weird noises. I sigh and try to hide my face form any onlookers.

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I make it in class just before the bell rings. I quickly slide my backpack from my shoulders to my desk underneath. My back felt relieved to have finally removed it. 1st period, as usual, is nothing special. I'm just bored and the teacher is groggy. Someone did not have enough coffee. At least I ate breakfast.

Lunch rolls by and I get in line. It takes forever just to get one tray of food. But today it went fast. I carry my tray and sat down on a table, isolated by most people. I sat there the rest of the period, alone.

This is not finished. It will be continued.........Okay, I'll stop. XD
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