The school's office was quiet, as X stood at the office desk. Waiting patiently to deliver papers and notes to teachers and students, she watched the clock tic. She still couldn't believe it was the morning and how slow it was going.
"Here you go sweetie," sweetly said a middle aged woman handing over papers. Smiling
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