Today was a school day. I wasn't mentally or physically prepared, but because I didn't want to appear suspicious because of my perfect attendance, I met up with my friends, and off to school we went. The lesson was ready to begin, and like usual the students were just having their own conversation before our teacher entered the room. "Good morning class," she finally said, "today we have a new student joining us," and the kids were excited to find out who it was. "Is it a girl or boy?" "I hope they're attractive," Like them I'd probably question on a daily basis, but I had a lot on my plate, so my mind was elsewhere.
When the new student entered the room, I immediately stood up and pushed back the chair in disbelief, and all he did was grin. "Are you OK, mam?" the teacher inquired. Yes, I'm alright, I thought I spotted something on the ground, my apologies, My friends looked at me and then at each other as I sat back down shivering in an attempt to hide it, they sensed something was wrong.
"What is this guy doing here?" "It's the same guy from last night". For the rest of the class session, I pondered this question. After that lesson my friends questioned me about my reaction in class today, I just lied and made up an excuse while struggling not to cry. I knew tears were on their way, so I made up another excuse and went to the washroom in one of the stalls to cry. "Hey Cassie? Is that you, What happened?" I recognized the voice from last night and brushed away my tears, saying, "Yes, I'm OK, don't worry about me."
She went on to say You are free to contact me at any time. I said, "It's okay, I'm fine," as I tried to leave the bathroom. When I opened the door, I noticed the boy standing there, so I turned around and returned to the restroom.
"Promise not to say anything", I said. I then checked each restroom to make sure no one was eavesdropping, and I told her one of the guys from the previous night was there. She immediately went to look, and I attempted to stop her, but it was futile. When she opened the door, no one was there. He must have departed, I reasoned. She then offered me her phone number, told me to call her whenever I wanted, and walked with me to my next class. She really is a very sweet individual.
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Life Will Never Be The Same
Short StoryA story told from different perspectives from different characters, When a girl is raped by a group of boys, someone comes to her assistance, forming a friendship between the girls. One of the rappers has transferred to her school and is blackmailin...
