After the alarm clock had rang the usual 4 times, my hand, which had been hovering over it since the first ring, slammed down. 1 breath in, and the routine began. My legs swung round and pulled the rest of me up. My mind started going through the questions which I asked myself every morning. Would it be one of the bad days? Would I be at school all day, if at all, today? Would people mention it? God, I wish I knew the answers.
"Willow! Breakfast!" And with the yell from mum, the ritual moves on. I got up, walked towards the door, tapped the door frame on either side as I walked pass, and headed to the kitchen for breakfast, before getting ready to go to school.
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I'm Sorry
Short StoryWillow has a problem and it's not gone unseen by people at school. That's why they're making her life a living hell and Willow can only think of one way out........
