I started crying and I hugged Isabella tightly. 'I made it myself. Instead of a $300 gift, I made something by hand." Isabella said tearing up. Isabella had made a box, with a bunch of photos of Nana, Isabella and I from when we were six to fourteen years old. "It's beautiful. I love it, thank you." I hugged her again. After putting my gift in my locker, we had to go to class. "Ugh, we've got English. How exciting." Isabella groaned. "It'll be fine. Now's your chance to ask about love, Val." Jae mentioned. "Yeah, I'll ask him after class though." I said.
"Now, have you all started your assignments?" Mr Gordan asked. "Yes" the class called out. "No" Isabella whispered. She started laughing. "Is there something going on over there?" Mr Gordan asked looking at us. "No sir. Sorry. Please, continue." I said smiling. Mr Gordon started to explain the lesson. After finishing all my work, I walked up to his desk. "Mr Gordan? May I speak to you outside?" I asked. Mr Gordan nodded. We walked outside the classroom. "I had a question, for you." I said. "Go ahead. I love them." He said smiling. 'What is love? Who can it be with?" I asked. "That's two questions." He laughed. "Love is when you feel happy with someone you admire so much. Meaning, you trust and love to be around those people all the time. Love can be with anyone. You can certainly use that in your assignment." Mr Gordan explained. "Why do you ask?" Mr Gordan asked. "I lost my Nana a couple days ago. I'd love to write about her." I explained. "Oh my. Oh my. I'm truly very sorry Valentina. You may write about your Nana. As long as you include a good relationship and a good place with this story. I don't want you to get upset writing it." Mr Gordan explained. "It's okay. It makes me feel better." I smiled. I went back inside the classroom and lay my head on the desk waiting for period two to start.
I was thinking about what I could write about all day. When I got home I pulled out my laptop, opened a word document and left it opened for two hours. I started out writing deleting, writing, and then deleting. I decided to message Maddie.
Val: Hey can you come over later today?
Mads: Yeah sure.
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SpiritualValentina is a regular girl with her family and her friends, until something unfair is ahead of her. How can she continue? What does she do to heal from this pain?
