As I arrived to school, I realize a lot of new faces,of boys and girls, all spreading across the playground in groups or in couples few walk alone, in search for new friends, but my eye spots a beautiful maiden sitting alone on the other edge of the basketball hoop, scribbling in her notebook, tears screaming for help as they squeeze in her eyes trying so hard not to fall.I don't give her that much of attention.
Another girl, of the same age walks toward her with a big smile on her face trying to cheer her up, but all she does is keep on crying, trying to hide what she's scribbling in her notebook.
My best friend Derick catch up with me as the bell rings.We our class trying to escape the monster crowd.
Counting the hours in class, thinking of that girl, looking at her, two desks away from me, crying, Why would she be so depressed, people had it worse, people suffer cancer, suffer death, they suffer hunger, and wars.That's selfish.
The final bell rang.
as I walked toward the bus I hear my mom's voice scream: "Jeff! You're going in the car today!". "Okay" I mumble.
As my mom drive, I spot that same girl, the same girl from school, that I've been thinking about the whole day, walking home.
I tell my mom as fast as I could to stop by her.
"Hey" my mom says.
"Hello" she says as shy as a person can.
"Where are you going, hun?" My mom said.
"Missouri street" With a beautiful voice she said.
But Missouri, it's approximately 1 mile away.
"No way you're going alone, hun""It's on the way" Mom says.
Mom is the kind of woman with a pure heart.
"No...No, Thank you"
"Just get in" I say.
With a thankful smile on her face, she finally join us.
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What We're Meant to be
Non-FictionHe woke up,one day, thinking of a future that he can foresee, waiting for the day he can meet her, the one, he said, that could bright his way, with a personality before a look, with a chat before a kiss, with a soul before a smile.
