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Residing Dreams (Chapter 117)

From there, I got up and ran from the cafeteria, wiping my eyes. After that, those girls didn’t say anything else like that to me again. While they didn’t apologize or start acting really friendly, they let me be. Someone probably told them that my father was good friends with the sponsor of the camp. Whatever. As if I cared. Our overly peppy conselour, DeeDee gave me a gold star every time I created another art project, and she always seemed as if she had too much caffine to drink. She insisted that everyone be included in social activities. But the girls seemed less than thrilled when I joined them in nail painting or yoga. Still, I decided to play along. I could wear designer clothes and be stuck up like they were. If I wanted to, that is. After all, why did it matter? What did I have to lose? More importantly, what did I have to gain? I was tired of always being the special alien. I was tired of summer. I was tired of life.
But that was before I met him.

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