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There had never been a time in my life where I cared about anything after the death of my father. After that moment in my childhood I turned against everything and everyone, including my mother. I stopped caring about school and work, and eventually I grew to have a reputation as the school bad boy. More trouble than it leads on since I was always trying to have guys fight me or join up with my so called 'gang.' The worse part was the constant stares and giggles from girls everywhere, left and right, trying to get my attention. More annoying that I ever believed it would be.
Then one day a girl walked into my History class, Serena was her name. At that moment I felt a strange sensation and for some reason I could not keep my eyes off her. 


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