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A bit more, just a little bit more... I picked the laboratory glasses and put them on; this was going to be interesting. Three... two... one... A strong noise, the strongest I'd ever heard started to pound. It resonated all over the school; everyone must have thought there was an emergency. The students were running with panic in their faces, meanwhile, I was completely calm. A normal thing since I was the only one who knew what was happening. This was my chance. I prepared myself to run; and counting until nine and three quarters I waited until my partner arrived. We agreed getting with the other students—so we won't be taken as t

"What?!" We both exclaimed. That couldn't be happening, oh no. . . I was going to die if I spend one second more than absolutely necessary with. . . Him—he didn't even deserved a name from me. "Yep," the drama teacher said. "I know you don't like each other..." Oh really man? It's been for the past two years, but thanks for noticing anyway. We started our singular hate for each other the day our parents tried to get us together in a blind date. I know you must be thinking "Really? A blind date set up by another person that isn't a very good friend in our developed society nowadays?" but, I must point out that our parents—which

Shaking legs? Checked. Black Converse? Checked. Make up? Checked. Non-sluty party dress? Definitely checked. Non-stop beat of my heart? Checked. Ok, I think I'm ready to go. -(+)- Oh! Hi there! You probably are wondering who I am, where I'm going or why am I so nervous. Well, that has a very reasonable explanation. . . But I'm not going to give it. Because in this story I'm not the one that matters; the one that is important here is YOU, and I want you to be the one that discovers this story. Why you? Because you are the main character of your story, and your story is this one, so, come on and try to live it. -(+)- I get in t