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Exasperated, that's what I was- am. My pride that was once stored within me has now vanished into billions of particles, dissolved and evaporated into the mass air that surrounds me. Lifeless: nothing more, nothing less. I lay, placidly, willingly, acceptingly, though, my body is no longer belligerent; it's given up.
My name is Kaitlynn Malik and this is my story.

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20. Chapter 19.

I fascinatingly watch the boys as they tried to figure out what each instruction meant. They would read each one multiple times before coming to a decision, which would still be wrong, and I would have to explain. As I watch them, I curiously pieced words into questions in my head to ask them why they were being so nice, but nothing seemed to come out right. I warily landed on a question that seemed exact, but was worried of what they would say. Anxious and impatient, I began to ask.

"Boys?" I pipe up. They all stop fiddling with the papers and stare at me, intently. Suddenly, I can't find the strength within me to ask. The boys all were so innocent and it seemed implausible that they would do something so malevolent. "You're doing it all wrong. Here, let me show you."

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