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In this chapter, there is a girl who has trouble pronouncing words. I had a very difficult time with the word crown and crayon as a kid and people laughed at me for it, but they called it cute because I was a little kid. This girl also has a past that will be revealed as we progress. Please do not take this chapter the wrong way. We all have our struggles.
1.Eliza
I hid my smirk as the girl flushed with embarrassment.
"I-I meant crown...not crayon. Q-Queen Elizabeth the s-second b-b-bore the crown. I-I mean crayon. wait...no...I..mean...." she was flustered to a crisp, panic in her gray eyes.
"It okay," the teacher assured her calmly. The teacher gave a sympathetic look, hoping to be delicate.
The girl's eyes fluttered around us with such chaos. "Q-queen Eliz-elizabeth's cray-own...I...I"
But we were already laughing.
She flushed, "S-Sorry."
She pushed her brown, choppy hair behind her ear, in an attempt to look away. But by doing so, she ended up staring us right in the eyes.
She sighed, and glanced at our amused faces. I think she realized for once in her life she was making people laugh. She was the girl who always got straight A's, but no one took her seriously.Not that they thought less of her, she was great; just she didn't make people laugh. Somehow she was found something in this.
She made a sound that seemed to be a pleasant laugh and continued her speech, with a slight smile on her face.
This was okay. We were fine. She was fine. She stuttered a little and avoided glances. We had our laugh, and she had her laugh. And she finished the speech.
We applauded because that is what we do no matter how much the presenters says the word crown wrong.
She shuffled to her seat that was situated in the third row by the window, sat, and gazed out. She looked relieved as her eyes traced the birds that flew from tree to tree.
She has a story behind her word mix-ups. One no one knows. One no one cares to ask about.
After class, she shouldered her backpack, but waited, patiently for the others to leave.
One boy came up to her, gave a short laugh and said, "Use a cray-on to draw a crown."
She chuckled because both of them understood the joke. But only one of them realized it was one.
"Haha," she muffled.
I watched this. And I laughed. I mean, it was funny, a great play on words.
Soon after, I left, Cacee and Jamie by my side. I tossed a glance over my shoulder to the girl, who stood there, confused. Yet it didn't show through her smile.
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