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Taylor
I feel so sick. There are about another fifteen girls ready to try out, and Christyne doesn't look impressed with me, because I almost kissed her boyfriend. I think my routine is better in my head, and I seriously just want to run back home. Let's hope this doesn't go wrong though. Let's hope.
Skye
She's in the crowd. Mom. Her phone is away from her face, blonde hair swept dramatically at the side of her cheekbones. I bite my reed harder and watch the composer, Mr. Yamada, bring his baton up, and we all rise our instruments. I feel lasagna come up my throat. No, don't let this happen now!
Hailey
"You're really, really pretty." Matt whispers to me. I try to move back, but he pulls me in. We sit in a meadow on a picnic blanket and are really close to eachother. Matt tucks a strand of loose hair behind my ear and leans in for a kiss. "What're you doing?" Grace yells over a hill. This can't happen.
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Just some perspectives of a new story. I admit that I've been creating too many stories and not finishing them, but I want to keep this one and finish it. Or at least try to, hehe.
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art of hatred*