Experiment
Constance Faithful gazed out the window as the teacher droned on, her ruby jewel-tone pen idly tracing in the notebook margins. What do I care about symbolism? Small hearts chained together were beginning to surround two names until they were interrupted by a scrawled note to meet Jezebel after school. She and Jezzie had been friends for as long as she could remember -summer at least - and they sometimes walked home together. It was often the same days that Varian didn’t have soccer practice, and they all walked together, laughing and joking about teachers and classmates. Varian was the cutest boy on her block, and he and Constance had always been friends.
Constance looked up for a moment, noticing with a moan that there were 5 minutes left in class and their teacher was trying to cram hyperbole in before the bell. Man, I’ll just die if class doesn’t end soon.. She glanced down and hastily moved her textbook to cover Connie + Var 4ever! and its partial enclosure from view and willed the end of the school day. Finally, after a quick stop at her locker she rushed off, eager to shake off another day at St. Judas Iscariot.
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