Rose

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Of course homeroom makes us talk. I turn to him and smile. I don't have a clue what to say. I wasn't listening I was thinking about how my dad hit me last night for the first time ever.

"So umm," I say waiting for him to ask a question.
"What happened to your hand?" He asks gesturing to my bruise
"Oh I just um fell" I say covering it up
"Oh my names Zack"
"Mines Rosalea but everyone calls me rose."
"Cool so Um I'm having trouble with math and I know you're in advanced math so maybe you could come over to my house and help me?"
"Yea of course. How about 4:30 everyday?" I ask blushing for some reason
"Sounds great. So I'll see ya tonight?"
"Yea the bells about to ring."
"Ok um thanks"
"No problem"

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