I walk up to my locker near yours, not saying a word. Normally I would try and spark a conversation, and try to tease you. Not today. I wear a black jumper, the hood over my head, and grey, baggy sweats. I wear crocs, and I pull out my phone, texting somebody. I seem pretty glum, but you can’t seem to figure out why. I don’t even make eye contact with you. Something is definitely wrong.
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