Grace P.O.V
Weekend was brief and it was time for school. I thought about Clementine and how hungry she must be now mum wasn't home and she had taken all her purses with her. There wasn't a single dollar home! It's good to save, right? I walked to school and i ran towards the locker to open it. I was shocked, CLEMENTINE wasn't there! Suddenly, I turned around and someone slapped me hard. It was Miss. Michelle. "Grace, we know you are a brilliant student, but who taught you this bad? How could you lock up an asthmatic patient in a dusty locker for 3days!" She yelled. What! I had no idea Clementine was asthmatic. "Am sorry, I never knew. And she spilled honey and milk on all my books. She doesn't know how much that's worth! I don't even know how to tell my mum I don't have any books" I yelled back at miss. Michelle. "Instead of feeling remorse and asking where the poor girl is now, you are insulting her, follow me.
" She screamed and held my wrist as she walked to the principal's office. She was busy signing something. Ma'am , can you believe what Grace did" miss Michelle told her. "She got an A+ again" she smiled. "That's not it, she locked the asthmatic patient, Clementine in the locker full of dust! If the janitor hadn't found her having an attack on Friday when everyone went home, she would have just died" miss Michelle said. "How are you so sure it's grace" the principal asked. "Yes it's me, and am sorry!" I yelled. "It's OK darling, but we are gonna send a warning letter to your mum, because if you don't, you'll repeat it" the principal explained and started writing the letter. They sent me out and on my way, I bumped into Damien. "Hi Grace, did you enjoy your weekend?" Damien asked . "Yes Damien, thanks" I smiled. "Let's sit together for lunch" he smiled and held my hand. OH MY GOSH!
I followed him and we sat. All the girls were giving me death glares. The school waitress brought me soup and salad, brought Damien Noodles and pancakes.
" But, I don't have any money" I was surprised. "I paid" he said. Awwwwn such a darling.
"Ok...so what's your favorite food?" He asked. "I love pancakes and hamburgers too while my favorite fruits are pineapple, grapes and apples .
Awnnnn, same but I don't like pineapples. Coconuts are better" "EWWW!" I screamed and he started laughing.
Wow! His laughter was so cute.
"So, have you ever been stung by a bee ? he asked. "So many times" I laughed. Damien's P.O.V Something kept telling me "Ask her about her personal life" I didn't know when I blurted out: "Have you ever been close to someone" "Hmmmm, my mum" "Why is it mum, mum, mum, don't you have a dad?" I asked curiously then she started crying. I felt so heartbroken and held her hand. "Grace, what happened? Did I say something wrong?" "Dad and mum divorced years ago when I was 4. He called me an ugly duckling and even threw mud in my face. He compared me to a goat and even tried to force himself on mum but we both ran away" she explained crying. I slowly rose up my hand. It went close to her face. Something was controlling me. I touched her face, it was so soft, I didn't wanna leave it. I wiped her tears and I didn't take my finger of her face. No interruptions please.
Please class
No interruptions
Then a tray fell. ARRRRRRRGGHHHHH
Grace p.o.v
I saw Autumn falling with noodles on her head and on her dress. "Who did this to my friend" I screamed as I marched towards her and helped her up. "She was only an experiment, YOU were my target.
You are a witch and you are controlling boys so they be yours" the useless asthmatic Clementine said. Is that why you punished my friend with hot noodles? Never touch her again, else I will pull every strand of your hair out". Everyone stared at Clementine as I took Autumn to the bathroom. "Stop pretending like you care!" Autumn yelled in the bathroom
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The Boy In Class
RomanceGrace Willie. An extrovert, but because of status and family life problems, she has no friends. Her highschoool's casual, with her best friend Autumn by her side. Then the boy arrived.... Her determination to get him to notice her.... Will she win...