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Submitted to Contest #260
I remember the last day of my first year of middle school. I’ll never forget that day, I’ll never forget how red my cheeks were, how messy my hair was, how watery my eyes were, how everything was distant and blurry, and the feeling of the shards of glass pricking the skin of my face, hands, and legs.That day, I had lost everything I had gained that year. Now, I’m haunted by these memories. So,I might as well tell you the story of how it all unfolded. It all started when I was on a call with my best friend, Maya, the day before the last day. ...
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