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Nine.
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Eleven.
Twelve.
Thirteen.
Fourteen.
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Sixteen.
Seventeen...
Seventeen, I looked at the clock. Seventeen... Seventeen... Seventeen... I couldn't help it. Everywhere was that number... Seventeen.
My hands shook as I gave the package to him, a single address, a single name, a single person. Who'd it go to? I don't remember I just wrote and taped the box up. I stumbled into the house, numb. Remember when things were easy? I use to say nap time in preschool was the hardest thing I'd have to do... who knew that when I got to high school everything would change.
Every. Little. Thing.
Every. Little. Person.
I closed my eyes knowing that when I went to school I'd see it the empty table alone in the corner of the cafeteria the one that no one would dare to sit at. The locker no one wanted to have. The desk everyone passed, never glancing at it never sitting in it.
One reason why...
She sat there...
And that's all she'll be the girl who sat there.
The girl who everyone hated.
The girl who was picked on.
The girl I liked.
The girl who committed suicide...