My Mallory

Chapter 2. page 5

Do you know that moment when you run into someone you do not wanna run to, while you're wearing the ugliest outfit ever?

Well that always happen to me, like most of the times. Especially when I'm at Walmart, but when I'm on fleek, ain't shit happened.

He was sitting on a table, hopefully he falls, he didn't notice me though, which I was very glad for.

So I went to the bathroom and did my business. I decided to stay in the bathroom a little for a few more minute, so when I would get out, he'd be gone by then.

But ladies and gentlemen he was still there, doing God knows what on his phone.

" What took you so long Mallory, were you taking a shit", he said while chuckling, still looking at his phone. So damn childish.

"Mallory?, and no I ain't you" I replied while walking away.
Wow, he thought I was bitchy and lovable, he must be high on something.
So I finally got someone to open the dang door . I went inside of the gym and continue playing four squares with a few of my classmates.

Since that was my last class, I packed up and made my way home.
I don't know why but, my life is so fucking boring. All I do is go to school, go home and sleep, during the weekend I stay home and go to church, that is it.

So Saturday and Sunday came and go and finally Monday came.
Let me just get to the part where it got a little interesting.
I went to second block, which is French IV. I speak many languages like: French, Creole , English , Spanish, Latin and Chinese.
It took me all my short life to learn those languages. Thanks to my parents.

People only think I speak French and English. Only a few people knows that I speak other languages.

When class ended, I was called by the teacher for a private convo.

"Bon matin Faith, comment ça va?", She asked in French. which means good morning, how are you?

"Ça va bien, merci" I responded.

" Ecouter, j'ai un étudiant qui a échoué la derniere semestre et je me demandais si vous souhaitez lui tuteur?", she asked and I was always ready to help out a kid that is failing.

"Oui, pas de problem"

"Ok, meet him after school at the library, his name is...

*ring ring rinnnnnng*
My phone rang, and I bet it was my mom calling to make sure I didn't lose her credit card that I borrowed. And I was right. Don't she know I was at school. Dang.

"Sorry Ms. Moly, I have to go, and yea I'll meet him there." I yelled while running to class, cause I didn't want to be late.

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