Ashley
I didn't tell my friends about the ticket. I said I simply bought mine from the ticket sellers. They didn't dig up more. And I was thankful they weren't skeptical.
I was sitting beside Martha. "It's set. He will perform." She said.
"Uh-huh."
"Is there something wrong?"
"No. What makes you think that?" I shook my head.
"You often think deep and quiet. Definitely not you."
I tried to laugh. "Me? Nothing is wrong. Really." I denied.
There was a knock on the door of the classroom. We all looked at it. Everyone cheered Elly's name because it was Jane. I saw him blush a little and buried his face on his desk. "Guys, what's the matter?!" He shooed his friend's hand away because Raph kept on telling him Jane was there.
"Quiet, everyone!" The teacher in front shouted, and turned to Jane. "Ms. Mendez, what do you need?"
"She needs Elly." Someone shouted, everyone in the room uproared again.
Jane ignored them, "Ma'am, I need you to sign this."
Our teacher went out. I tried my best to look neutral. No one knows. I remind myself. They wouldn't have a clue that I was burning inside. That there was a pain taking over my heart and mind. I could also feel Martha’s and Trish’s gazes on me but I didn't look at them. I looked at the ground. Another void in front of me.
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Sparks of Destiny
Teen FictionThey have said it maybe the sparks of destiny—étincelles de destin—but I said, maybe it was because of the decisions we made and the chances we took, that brought us to wherever we're at and whoever we're with.
