I had went through all my morning classes, Besides fourth hour. I looked at the bell. We still had 10 minutes until class ended. I walked up to the teacher's desk.
"Mrs. Ashley, may I go to the bathroom please?" she looked up from the papers she was grading.
"Yes you may go to the bathroom, Mrs. Fiyers." I ran down the right hall and into the bathroom. I heard a woman speaking and did not know who it was so I washed my hands and left for class again. When I walked into class and sat down Mrs. Ashley was talking about the civil war and the impact of it. When the bell rang for lunch I went to get up and leave but Mrs. Ashley called me over to her and I heard a laugh from some one. It was Micelle. I ignored it and walked to Mrs. Ashley.
"Yes Mrs. Ashley." she looked at me with worry. I got scared. What had I done wrong. I had good grades in this class and never did anything wrong. So what had I done wrong to be called after class. Was Michelle up to this. Did she lie to Mrs. Ashley to get me into trouble.
"Mrs. Fiyers, I see that you have been working very hard to get good grades and to pass this class. I thought you might want this given without out the others seeing." she handed me my beginning exam test. The test we take to see what we know. I had passed the test and got a 100 on my test.
"Good job Layla. You must really know your history. See you tomorrow Layla. She turned to get her stuff then left for lunch. I hurried and left before she closed the door. Today was a good day. It had not started well but it was just starting to get good. I put my books in my locker and headed for lunch. I wonder what was for lunch today.
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RomanceA/N: this is a full edit on Layla's story the original one hope you love this one better Layla lives in Miami, Florida. When a new school year she has a unexpected turn in her plans of school she went through a journey of promises, broken promises...
