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white dress, dirty-blonde hair draped around
her shoulders, holding an Earth Science book
and chatting with a friend.
Just as soon as I started to approach her, her
“date” that had been seemingly absent for
most of the Homecoming dance, suddenly
appeared rushing down the hallway,
grabbing her by her shoulders… and kissing
her right in front of everyone.
My weak heart felt like it was going to
explode at any second.
Sadness, heartbreak and anger seemed to fill
my veins as I developed a look on my face
that could probably pierce someone’s soul -
or even burn through a wall like Superman…