Emerging out into the cold early morning streets of Toronto, we wondered where we would actually go. We went to a café close by to get something to eat and talk about what we would do. I looked at a clock on the wall of the café: 7:34 am. It was a Saturday, and there was no one in the café that early, except one lone woman facing away from us at the other end.
We sat down and discussed what we would do in Toronto, and I looked up places we could go to on my phone, which I could finally charge up in the café. After getting something to eat and drink, I concluded that I had no idea what we would do, and neither did Nadira and Conor. We needed to come up with something, and, soon enough, my luck was good again and we had somewhere to go.
As we sat, still thinking about what to do, the woman got up to pay for her drink. As she spoke, she had a bit of an Irish accent, and I felt like I recognised the voice. I took no notice of her and I didn't look over towards her, as I focused on thinking of something to do and somewhere to go.
After deciding that we would just go for a walk and hopefully find something, we once again embraced the cold of Toronto. We were still near the airport, and outside of the airport was a taxi stop. We walked over to the stop, with the plan of asking the taxi driver to bring us to a hotel or something. There was someone already at the stop though, someone I recognised. She was holding a fresh cup of coffee from a café. It was Ms. Nakamura...
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New School
Teen FictionWhen Conor, a 13 year old boy, moves to a new school, he finds it difficult to fit in and make friends, and is mocked by many in his class. This follows him and his struggles as he fights through school as well as he can, and how he gets his revenge...
