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Warning! This story contains rape, self harm, murder, suicide, kidnapping, gore, and yanderes! Read at your own risk! ●■●■●■●■●■●■●■●■●■●■●■●■●■ The blaring sound of her alarm clock awoke her from her sleep. She groaned as she rose from her slumber with the grace of a moose being hit by a car. Surely there's nothing worse than this. She thought to herself, stretching. She tried waking the sleep off, only half collapsing to the ground. "Bad idea.." She mumbled tiredly. It was the second month of her senior year and she was still anything but prepared. She pushed open her bathroom door, dreading the day ahead of her. Her shoulders ached from sleeping on them wrong and her head hurt from lack of sleep. The h/c haired teen pulled a shirt over her head, trying not to mess up her hair. Sometimes she wished her school had uniforms, as she hated thinking about what to wear. She always wore something simplistic. Everyone had agreed that she was the least impactful student council member in the high school. After getting dressed, she walked out to the kitchen. The teen massaged her shoulder as she walked, wincing at the dull pain. Y/n reached into the fridge, pulling out a single orange. She tossed it up in the air and caught it. This was a habit she had formed out of shear boredom. Another habit she had formed out of boredom was texting her best friend every morning. Her phone chimed a familiar ringtone and she smiled.
1 "Meeting"
