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You stared at the poster taped to the wall. You blinked and leaned forward, your hand's in your pockets. "Prom next week." You read, standing up. You smirked, and turned around. "No way I'm going." You said, leaning your head back. That's one of the good things about being a loner; people don't ask you to things like that. You felt a sharp stab of pain shoot up your arm. "Damn." You mumbled, rubbing it. It was defiantly getting worse. You quickly rolled up your sleeve, and winced. The bruises had gotten darker, and that lump was bigger. You put your sleeve back down and looked towards the oak door that led to the nurse's office. "Maybe i