When the teacher was going to read out our partners.
She raised up her hand to be excused to the washroom and rush out once the teacher granted her permission.
My eyes followed her until she was gone from my view.
Her face was filled with sadness. Her eyes was glassy and her lips was tugged down. I noticed that her hands was clenched in a fist.
I wanted to know what happened.
So I raised up my hand.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl who wears Sweater
Historia Corta"One of the hardest parts of life is deciding whether to walk away or try harder." ------------------------------------------------ Story of a sad & lonely girl and a curious boy. ***trigger warning
