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    Stranger Than Fiction

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    “I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
    I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned
    I believe the grass is more greener on the other side
    I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye

    I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality
    I believe that trust is more important than monogamy
    I believe that your most attractive features are your heart and soul
    I believe that family is worth more than money or gold
    I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair
    I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires”

    Edward

    It was strange, very strange… that this miss-match of temporary building and old crumbling ones could be in fact called a school. Lets not mention the foul brook running through the middle of it in which I had already seen a rat the size of a cat. 

    Then there was this horrible uniform with the bottle green blazer, green, magenta and grey horizontally stripped tie, grey v-neck jumper, grey trousers and finally the white shirt. I felt like a complete idiot as did my siblings Rose’s mind was full of complaints over the horrible attire. 

    We walked into the school awkwardly and scanned the parking lot which was also the football pitch. The concrete was full of holes, puddles and cracks and on this cold day most of the student population was tripping and falling on the ice that covered it.

     One in particular caught my eye; a girl wearing a large grey coat and a bright pink bag as well as a bright pink head band that kept her dark blond hair out of the way. I could not see her face as she was walking with her back to me.

    The Cullen family spilt up when we crossed the bridge to the side of the brook which appeared to be the art, science, P.E and technology departments. Some of us went to tech some of us to art and science. I had found myself following the Pink Girl to my form room.

     She unzipped the large coat and placed in on top of the radiator then removed her grey gloves and places her delicate hands on the radiator.

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