It was a joy to be alone.
Everyday, I hid in my personal little space during lunchtime. I ate my personal little sandwich I made at home. I put on my personal little headphones, and I turned on my personal little phone to play a tower defense game, where the rules and goals were simple.
"Hey, Caroline!" boomed a girl's voice.
The door of my locker opened, and I poured out of it along with all of the loose paper and books. Yes, I could fit in my locker. Shut up.
[Excerpt from 3rd Draft]
This story is being rewritten over and over again to see the writing process. I recommend reading the most recent draft since it's (hopefully) the best one, but you can do whatever you want.
This story is being rewritten over and over again to see the writing process. I recommend reading the most recent draft since it's (hopefully) the best one, but you can do whatever you want.
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