writing prompt: 17.7.9

“don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?  Kylie, it’s your book bag, your locker, your school stuff inside, how can you not know?  Explain!”

The sixteen year old sighed then leaned forward, “Look, I have no idea how that craggy rock got into my book bag or that the new boy would be so allergic. Get off my case would you? Sheesh you’d think this was a cartoon or something.”

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