Sitting in Class

by Mandee   Apr 6, 2005


I have health now and its the second day of the term. I'm wearing long sleeves like i always do after a new cut. My teacher starts talking about carving on your wrists. i sit and silently pray he isn't talking about me. Then i realize he is. Does he know my secret? The one i carry with me? Doesn't he know that I'm the one he's talking about? He's there in front of the class judging me and doesn't even know it.

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