Chapter 6: Thoughts

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I've been planning in my petite head, how I could find my mother. I don't even know where she is or even if she's alive. At least I hope she is.

Boring lessons send me sinking into my thoughts again. I can't help it. I can't help it that I'm curious. Wouldn't you be if your mother suddenly disappeared out of the blue ? It's a pain not to know.

In English, a paper aeroplane flew to my head. I was daydreaming again.
" Ouch" I accidently said out loud.
" Oh whatever it is now Anna !" Mrs Bridge annoyingly said.
" someone aimed this paper aeroplane at me " I replied.
" Oh, and I suspect that you know who owns this flying object " Mrs Bridge exclaimed.
" Um...no " I muttered.
" Well, whoever did throw this... STAND UP THIS INSTANCE!"
Mrs bridge shouted angrily, she hated it when people disrupted her class.

I would have never ever thought it in a billion years. It was Ollie who stood up. Ollie, that is, the boy who hardly talks, unless intended to.
" Stand outside both of you ... NOW!" She said, losing her temper. Me and Ollie scattered outside, Mrs Bridge following us.

" Well ... Ollie, do you care to explain?" She said furiously.
" I...u-um .. T-threw this p-paper aeroplane at Anna, i-it s-says something inside" Ollie muttered pointing at the aeroplane I still had clutched in my hand. I began unfolding it, while Mrs Bridge stared apprehensively. I stared at the note reading it thoroughly.

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