Andi walked through the hallway to her homeroom. Her eyes were glued to the floor and she clutched her journal to her chest with both arms. Her bag, weighted heavily with books, banged against her hip as she shuffled along. Her mud stained tennis shoes squeaked noisily against the white tile when she slid into her seat in the back row. The final bell rang. Someone stood behind her and pulled the long, greasy, black, hair which hung halfway down her back in a tangled web.
What do you expect to happen next?
2007-11-16
03:06:58
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