~Mr. Tea~
There was a slight change in the room, the chill sweeps over me like a sweet autmuns breeze. Shai, one of my peers who insist on calling me Mr.Tea because I drink tea a lot, entered the room. She sat next to me as she pulled out a book, the World History class was obviously a bore to her.
Even to this day I can remember her fqllin asleep next to me, leaning on my shoulder as the class droned on. I will always remember her as the peaceful girl from history class.
But we grew up since then, women have lost their rights somehow and I once more see Shai.
"Shai? Why are you at a slave auction?"
She gave me a hateful,byet pleading stare. "Save me.'
