This is a story inspired by Vego.
The GigglerVego walked into class sluggish, as usual, and sat in the closest chair. It was 8:50 in the morning and class was about to begin. She put her head down on her desk and looked around slowly, taking in her surroundings for the bajillionth time. The typical crowd was there, mostly everyone in the same
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o_o
A+, man. A+.
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Only took me an hour to write too~
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