POV: Ally
I walked up the long stairway. There was an elevator, but I hate going on it alone. Elevators are such a small confining place. My hands slid on the smooth handle as I stepped on each step toward the third floor. There were windows alongside to my right and sunlight streamed inside.
Mr. Trist, the dorm head, knew my mom. He was really confident that I was the daughter... He even knew she had a son. But he didn't know that my brother was still alive.
Now how? I wasn't sure if it was a wise choice to pretend I didn't know what he was talking about. If I just gave in easily and said he was right, it was very possible that he would've gave me more information about my mom which I really wanted. I don't know if could even trust him though.
"Who'd actually knew that you're so weak!" said a voice as I passed by the second floor on the stairs.
There was a loud laughter that followed. I was startled. I turned my head around everywhere, but I didn't see anyone. Was I imagining that? Suddenly, I heard a loud bang and crashing sounds and I knew then that, it wasn't my imagination. A couple rooms down the second floor, I saw a partially opened door.
Curiosity killed the cat and my high school life.
And so I went.
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The Boy From my Childhood
Chick-LitAlly Pearson, a ordinary sixteen year old girl, transfers into a prestigious school in the middle of the year that's filled with the children of politicians, celebrities, and the rich and famous just to find a boy she thought had never existed.
