I was sitting in the front row of Mrs. Gretzky's English class, she was my favorite. I remember talking about Odysseus and his great journey home . . . and then suddenly feeling as if I couldn't breathe and a faint stabbing in mu heart. I somehow remained as still as possible in my seat until she returned to her desk to allow us to work. I ran to her desk, somehow my feet still carrying me. I told her what was wrong and she told me to get my cellphone and call home to be picked up. I grabbed my backpack and rummaged through it until I found my phone. I dialed her number, voicemail. I dialed again, voicemail. After the fourth time, I put my phone in my pocket and walked back into the room and told Mrs. Gretzky that she wouldn't answer, but my boyfriend could drive me home, but someone would have to sign us out. She told me she'd take care of signing us out and sent me to the office.
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The Note
FanfictionEveryone in Nat's life seems to abandon her, making goodbyes hard for her. That's why she left a note; she couldn't bare to look him in the eyes and say goodbye. When he comes back to town, she can't make herself face him to explain. Nat is left bro...
