As Violet walked into her biology class, she caught Charlie's eye. Trying to avoid her, Violet climbed under the tables, banging her head as she did. Obviously, with Violet's luck, it didn't work and just before she was safe in her seat a wining voice reached her ears: "Oh hi Violet, how are you?"
Violet rolled her eyes and luckily for her, Mr Stevens started to speak. However, all Violet could think of, was the journey ahead of her, just two days away. Within what felt like just a few seconds, the lesson was over, well almost over. Mr Stevens never went a lesson without giving homework.
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Violet walked into the canteen, collected her soup and sat down on a wet bench by herself. She was lonely at school but she didn't mind, in fact she preferred it.
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The lunch bell rang and Violet slowly made her way to her next class: English.
Violet loved English but she didn't show it. She was in bottom set for everything apart from her favourite lesson, P.E, and English.
She wasn't bad at the lessons, she just didn't think they were important to her. In fact, she was actually quite good at the lessons. Also, the teachers only cared about one pupil: Charlie. They loved her but they didn't see he true side of her: the evil, cunning side of her.
She only had one passion and one passion only.
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Sparks of Hope
General FictionGymnast violet is one step away from becoming world champion. But when her chances look as though they are over, will her dreams be shattered forever or will she discover her sparks of hope?
