The world was barren, and Celeste was tired. Classroom chatter went on behind her, unimportant conversations about clothing and girls, parties and boys, boys and girls and girls and boys and girls and love, true love, and sex and Jesus, Beth is such a slut, did you hear what she did last night? Two girls passed notes, giggling obnoxiously. A couple was making out in the back of the classroom, ignorant to anything around them. And Celeste waited for it to end.
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It became a game to her. Walk home across the train tracks, balance on the rails and pretend to worry about what would happen if you heard it approach behind you. Go out in the cold and sit, just sit, and think about nothing and everything and only go inside when it hurts
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It became a game to her. Walk home across the train tracks, balance on the rails and pretend to worry about what would happen if you heard it approach behind you. Go out in the cold and sit, just sit, and think about nothing and everything and only go inside when it hurts