That picture was rather disturbing. The black eyes, the overall lack of color. It looks like it would belong with a Creepypasta. Something about a dead girl or a dead person or whatnot. That could have potential for being interesting. Some kinda dead and avcenging spirit or some such. Everybodys talking, making it hard to focus, baileys voice comes through the clearest. glad sawyers not in this class, his voice goes through anything. frigging kids impossible to ignore. everybody keeps talking and talking. now its dylans voice that carries the best. chris just sucked on his lips. lane needs to shut up, same with dylan and bailey. teacher gave us the wrong email on the course sheet. well i already emailed that one so it can stay that way. never stop writing, well its kinda hard to have a free flow of thought in a busy classroom, wouldnt you think? but i digress, now people are whistling, i cant whistle, this sure dosnt feel very free. its like im deliberaly attempting to write down whatever i feel or see or hear. Baileys off making crude jokes again. I can hear maclayne typing.. im going to end this soon, im tired of writing and it feels like itds been close to ten minutes so im done typing, but then again maclayne started before me and shes still going so i should at least contuine until she finishes. but that could be awhile. ah, nevermind. shes done.
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