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			<title>4</title>
			<description>The classroom erupted into loud squeals and gasps. Kingsley Nightshade was one of THE best young adult authors in the WORLD. Aged in his late twenties, there had been talk in the media that he was taking to teaching... but at our school?! Everyone was in utter shock. &amp;quot;Yes, of course class, your..</description>
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			<title>3</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Good morning class, I hope that you all remembered your homework today... no one accidently fed it to their dog? No, well that&amp;rsquo;s a good start. If you would all please like to get out your equipment, then we shall begin&amp;quot;. I blinked at Mr Hedges. Sitting in my usual seat in the far ri..</description>
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			<title>2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I walked into my tutor base and looked around at my class. Most of them, like me, looked half asleep. Those who didn't, were talking excitedly about their weekend antics. Something about a party. I wouldn't know. I wasn't invited. The problem with Monday mornings was that nobody had quite ..</description>
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			<title>1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;BEEP BEEP BEEP&amp;quot;Kelsey, darling, are you up yet?&amp;quot; My mothers voice floated up stairs. I grunted and rolled over, ducking my head underneath the quilt. I must of only been asleep for a few hours, it couldn&amp;rsquo;t be time for school yet. Maybe I just wouldn&amp;rsquo;..</description>
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			<title>Life Looks Quite Different</title>
			<description>Kelsey is just an average 15 year old girl. Okay, so she isn't exactly part of the &quot;popular crowd&quot; at school, but she isn't unpopular either. But, Kelsey doesn't see it that way. Sure, she has friends at school... but she doesn't have a best friend. She d</description>
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