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TOOSJP4 -finished-"What do you wanna watch?" Jimmy shook his head. "What?" Holiday giggled. "I said, what do you wanna watch?" She said again. "Oh," Jimmy had been zoning in and out, trying to figure out what had just happened. He grinned. "Come here." He took her hand and led her outside. Holiday laughed. "What're we doing?" Jimmy motioned for her to be quiet. He lay on the ground, and patted the ground next to him. "This is what I watch." He said. She smiled and lay down beside him, looking up at the stars. "You do this a lot?" She asked, after a while. "Yeah," Jimmy sighed. "My dad doesn't let me watch much TV." He rubbed his arm, remembering the remote shaTOOSJP4 -finished-


TOOSJP3"Well," Holiday said, after the two had walked a couple more blocks. "Here we are." They were standing in front of a very nice brick house. Jimmy looked at Holiday, then back at the house. "Whoa." Holiday smiled. "Nice, huh?" He nodded slowly. "Let's go in." She walked him to the door and opened it, letting him walk inside first. The inside was just as nice as the outside. The rooms were painted pastel colors, everything was color coordinated, vases of flowers were set up in each room. It felt like a huge doll house to Jimmy. "C'mon," She said, walking up the steps. "You can leave your stuff in my room." Jimmy followed her up the steps and inTOOSJP3


TOOSJP2Jimmy stood in front of the bathroom, waiting for the right moment to slip in without being noticed. He finally got his chance and slipped in silently. The bathroom was empty, just as he had figured. "Perfect." He slipped under the yellow 'Caution' tape, and ignored the 'Wet Paint' sign. The bathroom he had destroyed that day not all that long ago, had been completely restored. His grin widened, looking around at the new mirrors and painted walls. There were no signs, whatsoever, that it had been messed up in the first place. Jimmy ran his fingers around the sinks edge, stopping when he got to the last one. A razor blade, forgotten by the peoTOOSJP2


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"James, James, James." The old man sighed, rubbing his forehead. "What are we going to do with you?" He looked across the large wooden desk to the scowling boy seated on the other side. "It's Jimmy." The boy growled. The man tapped the sign sitting on his desk. It read "Principal Smith". Jimmy rolled his eyes and added. "Sir." Principal Smith set three pictures on his desk and folded his hands. "James, can you tell me what this is?" Jimmy muttered something under his breath and leaned forward to look at the photographs. He grinned, seeing what they were. They were all of the school bathroom. &nb
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