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I’ve been in the same school with the same friends for three whole years. The memories of our teenage years start flooding back into my mind as I stood in front of the rusty white fence. My lips tremble, and I try to resist the urge to lick them. I can’t risk the chances of getting caught, especially after I told everyone I would stop.
Tick tock, tick tock.
The sound of the clock starts echoing in my eardrum. Is this really the right thing to do? What would happen if everything goes wrong? But.. there's no going back. They're relying on me, and I can't disappoint them. Not for doing something this simple. Not after I practised for more than a hundred times. I turn my neck side to side and sighed softly. Gotta act cool... I reached my hand out to the guy in front of me and pressed the button.
Before my eyes shut, all I could remember was my voice whispering:
"bultaorulne".