Anna was crying dramatically, as she saw those two walking down the hall together, hands cupped; she was laying her head on his shoulder, he was grinning with excitement.
"That makes me SICK!" she screamed, tearing as far off as she could.
"It's no fair!" she screamed, "He was my boyfriend! My boyfriend first!"
Anna shreiked one last time, and tried to stop crying, but no matter what, it was absoultely no use at all. She didn't know what to do. There was only one thing to do. Or was there more?
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