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Master of Blades Chapter 2 School finally ended and Adriana was emptying her school tote bag of currently unneeded binders and folders and put them in the desk. Then she put the needed items in her bag. Adriana set her tote bag's strap to hold like a messenger bag. She walked out of the classroom and made her way out of the school gates. Adriana couldn't resist but plug in her earphones in her ears and listen to her iPod playing "Migikata no Cho" by Len and Rin Kagamine.
"H-Hey, Adriana!" a voice called. It was no other than Emily running to Adriana.
"Hey . . ."
"So, continuing that chat we had this morning, the girls and I are going bowling this Saturday. I was wondering if . . . you'd like to come."
"W-well . . . why are you asking me?" S
Master of Blades Chapter 1Lottalove153 For some reason, I've hated to be near sharp things like arrows, swords, or knives. But something is drawing me towards them. It's scary how the thing I'm frightened of is the thing that I'm being drawn to. I hate how this is so weird, but what I hate even more is the face that it's happening to ME. I don't like this one bit. I'm glad I have this blog here. I can just pour all of my complaints right here and stuff. But there is just one weird thing: a lot of people here are from my school and A LOT have befriended me here. But at school, they act like I don't exist! I find that really stupid, y'know? So for all those people who are friends with me here but not in school, I hope you're reading this! Can anyone help me with this problem with being near sharp stuff?
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