Harper Brooke has a crush on Steve Andrews, the tall, handsome boy who just moved into the house opposite hers. She was happier on learning that he would join her high school soon.
However, a twist for Harper or tragedy for Steve struck.
Due to a n...
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At three-thirty, Harper turned her laptop off.
She stretched her arms, yawned, and craned her neck from left to right. Next, she slapped a pain relief patch behind her right shoulder and the middle of her right lower arm.
Standing up, she scanned her cluttered desk full of books, notebooks, pens of different colors, an empty water bottle, a half-filled glass of orange juice, a calculator, and random pages on which she wrote random stuff with illegible handwriting before writing properly in her notebook.
It's a task she is too lazy to do. Still, she has to do it now or later.
Taking a deep breath, she cleaned it all.
Grabbing her phone and juice, she walked out for some vital fresh air. Her relaxation spot with no disturbance happens to be the backyard at the moment.
Harper smiled when the cool breeze fanned across her face. Standing still, she allowed it to soak into her bones and muscles.
"Ah, refreshing," she muttered.
Then she loitered towards the swing. It is sturdy, emphasized with a steel frame, and the best part is the arched shade canopy in an attractive navy blue. She loved it as sunlight will neither burn her face nor will it shine across the pages of her book. Gently she swayed forth and back.
Like old times except they had the simple wooden one. She'll sit on one chair. Harry will sit on the other. Their parents would push them from behind, grilling steak and spending the hot summer evening outside till late. Harper smiled at the memory.
I will be honest. Chemistry is not a subject you learn online. I need to observe the acidic reaction live.
Harper laughed at the message. She finished her drink and placed the glass on the wooden table. Shrugging off her slippers, she sat cross-legged and texted her best friend.
me too, even when I followed the example in the book
Steve asked many questions. I can tell he's no genius
Harper bit her lower lip. He told her that he was repeating class due to bad exam results.
"Should I or should I not?" She mumbled. Layla is a trustworthy person.
He is repeating his sophomore year.
What?
He failed. Principal convinced him it was okay to repeat another year.
That would make sense. Georgina is always the first to answer him. If Steve looked like an average Joe, she wouldn't have looked twice at him.
