"Did you want to come over to my house for dinner sometime this week?"
I instantly stopped trying to find the solution of the math problem that I was working on.
A bright smile spread across my face, my insides all giddy and hummed with excitement.
"You could have asked me a month ago, or two weeks ago. Why this week?"
A blush crawled onto Benjamin's cheeks.
"Well uh, you see, my mom has been wanting to meet you for a while now. And I just thought that maybe it's about time you can get closer with my family rather than just me knowing everything about yours. How does Thursday night sound?"
"Sure! We can meet up after school by the north entrance then," I grabbed his hand and gave it a light squeeze of gratitude before letting go.
As I stood up to leave the lunch table, I could feel Benjamin's eyes lingering on my back as I happily walked off.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Short StoryMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
