Krissy took a deep breath and clicked. There. All her social networking accounts, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, were deleted. She sighed. "Come on!" shouted her mother. Krissy grabbed her backpack and jumped into the car, ready to start a new life.
Cam sat at his desk in the Reading room, struggling with a grammar problem. "This makes no sense!" he yelled. Ms. Slane hurriedly rushed over and took away the paper. "It's okay, it's okay" she murmured soothingly. Cam took a deep breath. He tried to calm down, but he was still bright red in the face. After a few minutes, disaster seemed to be averted. Sighing, he looked down. "I'm a failure" he groaned. "No you're not" whispered Ms. Slane. "You did a wonderful job at calming down. Cam grinned. "I did, didn't I?" As always, this made Ms. Slane smile. "That's my handsome boy." Cam tossed his hair. If anyone had just seen him walking down the street, they probably would think he was a supermodel. He had a deep tan skin, golden hair, and bright green eyes. However, a closer look would reveal he was far from. People would say "maybe it's the way he smiles" or "maybe it's the way he talks". The most common statement that everyone seemed to agree on, however, was "It's his eyes. There's something in his eyes."
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