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We're Playing Musical ChairsThe stainless steel clock on the pure white walls ticks on endlessly, marking the minutes of the hour. The ticking echoed endlessly on, never failing to miss a beat. To the rest of the crowd crammed into the small space, the time seemed to travel faster than you could say your full name. But to the lone student sitting by the window, each second came closer to her own little dooms day.
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The mock laughter of the students around her rang in her ears; Laughing. Laughing at her misery. Their taunting words throw at her endlessly, disgusting phrases the girl wouldn’t dare utter. She was cracking; she was breaking. Breaking under their pushing.
Perhaps, the students hadn’t seen her expression change to one of anger. Perhaps, the students hadn’t seen her clenching her fist. She stood up, only to be pushed down back into her cold chair which toppled over. “We’re playing music chairs now!” They laughed at her.
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