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She made a face, the smells of the high school hall way making her want to puke. Why was she here again? She hadn’t been to high school in quite a few centuries, yet here she was again, walking down the tile floor hallway. Except this time she wouldn’t be there for the stimulating academics and five star cuisine. 

She wanted to try and blend in, so she walked up to the first person she spotted. “Hey, I’m kind of lost. Can you help me?”


Rylan looked up and looked at the girl. “Yeah, sure. What do you need?”

Today, 17 teens will take their own lives due to bullying.

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