'Won't you believe it? It's just my luck' she thought to herself 'no recess'. Instead she would have to suffer on another day of teenage turmoil and and dramatic hearts. She was surrounded by armies of angst and anxiety; tear-stained homework journals to her left and laddered tights to her right. Not a single soul who understood her just beautified drones and awkward hellos. All she longed for was a break from the forced greetings and unfelt converstations. 'Won't you believe it? It's just my luck'she thought to herself 'no recess'.
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