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m one of Mark' s new Northwood bud
, goody-t
kept
d, "Academy Reject" scrawled
nnouncement about respecting scho
e cafeteria, they' d sit at the next table, their conversation deliberately loud, full of
s pat
building near the community college, for academically focused seniors who needed a quiet place t
ot
the small, clean room felt lik
urse, could
serenading Tiffany' s imagined presence under my window, lo
ed window, and sauntered off with Tiffany
edictably, wer
ol counselor, calle
and Mark used to be close. His grades are... alarming. He' s f
and I are no longer close. He made his c
truggling, but Mark... he was
I said, keeping
nd his mother into her office. I saw
ate who' d been in the offic
, had been outra
her and anyone nearby to hear. "I' m going to be valedictorian. Full
I passed in the hallway. "Unlike some people who
n Mrs. Pete
d. Right there in th
y classmate
o silence. Mrs. Pete
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