Everybody's at war

with different things

I'm at war with

my own heart sometimes.

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Horrible.

Arrantly, Horrible.

Was how Chimdi felt as she watched her classmates scramble out of the almost empty classroom.

She watched as the class gradually became empty, and she sat down, getting ready to sort out her tangled web of a brain.

Two days.

Two days of feeling every shade of horrible and restless. She didn't mean them.

All the harsh words she threw at TJ, all the venom laced words. But she couldn't fathom why she suddenly got pissed.

The feelings were all beyond her.

The rage too. It just came, like a bright...