Gym was normal, except the line for the stalls were so long that I said fuck it and changed by my locker. With my hair down, no one noticed my bruises. Yay for thick hair! I made sure to stuff some tissues into my pocket before I left the locker room foreseeing a nosebleed coming. I really needed to find a better way to art class. I met up with Asher, and I asked him. “Is there another way to art class?” He frowned and shook his head. “Not that I’ve found, and believe me I’ve tried,” he said. Great. Daily torture. I sighed. “Have you tried just telling her no?” I asked as we headed down the
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