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After one week, Joan went back to school not yet fully healed. Inside her uniform was an aching shoulder, a swollen arm, covered with her knitted sweater.

She told her parents that she knows who made this hideous thing to her but they said they better not go into trouble, they can't afford a lawyer. And so, she continued her journey toward the wildness of life; striving and working hard.

Sometimes we need to forget what we feel and think about what we deserve the most.

Yes, she's helpless and others don't respect her because she's poor. She needed to be strong or else she'll lose what she started for and she'll be in great danger.

But a sudden wave of air shook her face and thoughts, as the smell of newly cut grass filled her nostrils as she entered the school grounds. The coldness of the air swept under her and her skin got paler.

Someone called her on her way inside the gate. It was Jack. The heat at her cheeks warmed her coldness.

"Hey, haven't seen you around here. What happened?" He asked like he's asking about the weather.

"Sorry, I was sick these last three weeks. Thanks for helping me last time." She hesitated to answer the truth. But in her mind thoughts were rumbling. Why is he having a conversation with her? 

"You're welcome, k I'll head to my class," and he smiled at her. Revealing his charming smile and they said goodbye to each other.

Joan thinks this was like a love story that she reads in other books, like the jock falls in love with the nerd. Okay she's over reacting with a certain conversation they made. Sometimes young girls think that way. She smiled, she knew it's impossible.

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