Surprisingly, her day went well. As usual, Sheirra is a stranger to them all. But today, those unfriendly looks are replaced with curious gazes. Her class ended at 4:30. She jumped in her seat when the bell rang and went straight to the parking area.
"Ms. Murray! Hold up..." Ms. Lemont called her. She is from the Admin. "Please fill this up and bring it back to me tomorrow at my office. Make sure your guardian signs on." Ms. Lemont pointed at the line where my guardian needed the signature.
"Okay ma'am, thank you," she said.
Miss Lemont smiled at her. "Nice hair."
She blushed, and Sheirra gave a shy grin at her. "Goodbye, ma'am." She put the form in her backpack and checked out at her school.
Sheirra rode her bike and went straight to Max's school. Without her hood on, people keep looking at her. She knows, her long hair flowing in the air.
Sheirra stops at Bailey Academy, a school for young graders. She looks around to check on Max.
She shows a group of students, circling someone. It was Max.
"Hey!" She rushes to the gate and runs towards Max. "What you are doing to my brother!?" She angrily asked the crowd. The students stared at her, stunned. No one moves or dares speak. Some students drop their mouths.
"Next time, am going to eat you all!" She jokes. The students ran while screaming. It amused her watching the kids.
"What you are doing?" asked Max.
"Nothing," she shrugged.
"You scare them."
"I saw they're making fun of you. I'm not going to just let them bully my cute little brother." She holds Max's face and pinches the cheeks.
"They're going to bully me even more tomorrow." Max starts walking leaving her.
"Hey," she followed him. Max suddenly stops and turns around.
"I'm sorry,"
"Nah. You know I don't like you were bullied."
"I know. Thanks and, you're pretty." Max complimented her, not the first time though.
"Do you really think so?"
"Mm!"
"Alright. You're my brother, I'm not surprised." She put her arm on Max's shoulder and together walked out of the Academy.
"Of course not! You really are pretty!" Max insisted.
"Ok fine. I'll believe you," she smiles at him.
"You're hair is so pretty too!"
"Hmm..." Sheirra combs her hair. "Do you think, short hair is good on me too?"
"What!? No way! I know it would look on you but don't cut your hair! Please?!"
"Don't worry, am just thinking how if..." she smiles at him. She thought that short hair maybe it would stop calling attention.
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Hey guys! Sorry about the photo. Am looking on the internet to be like Marcus. I found it in online shopping so he is wearing weird clothes... LoL,
It is supposed to be a long one (with Marcus' conversation) but is kind of busy at the moment. I'll try to write another part tonight. Hope you like the story though, the sentences are not perfect. Like I said, I will try my hardest to develop my writing! Thanks!
Have a good day!
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AkcjaIt was the age of Witches. Churches were brought down, witches hunters dead, and the Bible was nowhere to be found but hidden. Sheira Murray has a hard life fitting into the world of her own race. Because of a historical legend, her family became e...
