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Free Rose Jayda Rose…. Her name was different. So unique, that her very essence hit me like a brick wall the moment I saw her. Well that sudden off feeling was quickly replaced by annoyance when I realized she was in my seat. I always sat in the last desk at the far end of the corner in English. And there was no way I was going to let this new girl change that. So in my best causal tone, I pointed out the mistake. She glanced up at me with a sort of bored expression glimmering in her Everest green eyes. "Oh" the new, fellow senior said in a cool almost monotone voice. "Yeah," I replied as she stood up, moving to the desk in front of

Let GO…. You couldn't really place someone like me in the good or bad category. I sorta fit somewhere in between. To put it bluntly, I was the innocent sixteen-year old whose devil horns held up her halo while that lengthy, white robe hid my arrowed-pointed tail. So with a reputation of tipping trucks, plastering wall with graffiti and owning a permanent desk in detention, I had few friends (though the crowd I hang with now isn't very lively). I wouldn't even consider them friends. They were more like accomplices who just wanted a quick thrill or too intimidated by my demeanor to say no. Honestly I didn't need'em. I had family, which w