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Life Is Not An Action To Give Up On

Her eyes wandered aimlessly landing on the nearest thing in sight. Her face was pale and he eyes were a dusty gray. I always knew something was wrong with her, but never really asked why. The bell let out an obnoxious ring as we all hurried out of the classroom, she though sat there in a daze as her eyes tried to muster up a blink. I stood there for a second until proceeding back out the door. She came out a few minutes after me as I anxiously waited to get into homeroom. She stood by me, her eyes on her shoes. I watched her as I sat outside waiting for all the cars to finish driving up. No one was there but her and I, as we both waited for our rides.
“Are you okay?” I asked somewhat quietly. She turned to look at me.
“Im fine.” she said her gaze drifting to her shoes once more.
“You sure?” I said. A loud engine entered the campus as she walked toward it. She turned around.
“Hey.”she said slowly
“Ya?”I responded.
“Just never give up on life.” she replied, I could see solemn tears of regret run down her face.

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