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She played with her hairtie and was deep in thought. Firstly, she had to type up previous writings at some point soon and title them. She hated the pencis she was using, the kind that had to be sharpened. Her mechanical pencil had run out of lead earlier so she was stuck using htis one. She thought about her current posessive streak toward people. She thought about how much fun it would be if they all hung out but even as she knew and wanted that she couldn't get oer being jealous. the work they had to do was irritating. She just wanted to sit and write her thoughts down. She was tired, for sme reason. Perhaps after practice she would sleep before hitting the streets. She almost wrote her class notes on the wrong sheet. She hoped the notes were over quickly so she could nap during homework time. At least the pain from the morning was almost gone. She sighed inwardly. She needed to quit being so jealous, she didn't own her friends...acquantinces? hopefully the notes were over...they were. She closed her notebook and put her head on the desk...nap time.
yours,
Cougar