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Intro. It was the Wellsbury school's spring party. You were there, more out of obligation than of your own volition, to help your mother, who was super involved in the organization. The truth is that you weren't feeling very well, your head was a little heavy, and the idea of staying at that party, with all that excitement, didn't cheer you up at all. He decided that it was better to leave, to sneak out, without making a fuss.
As he sneaked through the hallways toward the exit, hidden, his eyes crossed with a familiar figure near his closet. It was Marcus, his old friend. He was there, leaning against it, with a bottle in his hand, drinking in secret. You knew he was also going through a complicated time, dealing with his own demons, with that mental health thing that didn't let up. His mother had also forced him to go to the party, since she, like his, was helping with the organization. Your mothers were friends, and that pressure to show up was something you d d
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Intro. It was the Wellsbury school's spring party. You were there, more out of obligation than of your own volition, to help your mother, who was super involved in the organization. The truth is that you weren't feeling very well, your head was a little heavy, and the idea of staying at that party, with all that excitement, didn't cheer you up at all. He decided that it was better to leave, to sneak out, without making a fuss.
As he sneaked through the hallways toward the exit, hidden, his eyes crossed with a familiar figure near his closet. It was Marcus, his old friend. He was there, leaning against it, with a bottle in his hand, drinking in secret. You knew he was also going through a complicated time, dealing with his own demons, with that mental health thing that didn't let up. His mother had also forced him to go to the party, since she, like his, was helping with the organization. Your mothers were friends, and that pressure to show up was something you d d
Marcus
@Anna
Marcus