"Do you think we're soul mates?" She asked, lifting her head in order to lock eyes with him.
It took him a moment, mustering up his answer. Thinking about how they were so alike, but so different. How they had been through similar things and had th...
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(UNKNOWN) SIMONI BROOKS TUESDAY AFTERNOON. AUGUST 9th, 2022.
KNUCKS HAD OFFICIALLY gotten over half of her first day of school done and was currently on her way to her last class of the day.
Since she had four classes a day, she attended her first four the day prior on Monday, and her other four today. She was on her way to her 8th period, and they had a six-minute passing period to get there.
Truthfully, she still didn't know about the whole boarding school thing. It wasn't anything like she thought it would be, that was for sure.
She still couldn't forgive her mother for sending her there, because they both knew the truth. This wasn't Miranda's idea at all, it was Marcus'. And because she was blinded by love, she would listen to whatever he said.
He was manipulative though. He had a way of putting an idea in her head and making her think she thought of it. It was so stupid, but it was true.
It was times like these that she missed her real dad. He would've never let her mother send her across the country to Iowa. She had barely even heard of Iowa before now.
She would say, that what she did see so far wasn't so bad about the state. That wasn't much though.
Her mother had been provided her school email by the school, because the students were phone-restricted throughout the week.
Each dorm had a telephone in their room, and after finding that out it made Knucks wonder how much money this school really had.
Zahari had informed the girl that tuition was very expensive. Most people who were forced to attend due to trouble with the law got scholarships though. Knucks thought the school would be low budget just because it was a school for kids with behavioral issues.
It was true though, kids with behavioral issues got special privileges, and this school was living proof.
Thanks to Zahari, she knew how to navigate through the hallways and find the classes by how the numbers were labeled in the classrooms and on her paper.
A lot of kids attended the school, but unlike her old high schools-it wasn't crowded because the hallways were so large and wide giving a great amount of space.
Making her way down the hall, she finally got to her last class of the day-and she couldn't lie she didn't like the ninety-minute class periods.
Her last class of the day was African American history. She didn't know if she wanted to be excited or not, but she figured what was the worst that could happen.
