As I walk through the huge school entryway, I keep my head low and hurry to my first class, Algebra. I take a seat behind one of my closest friends, Delilah. We've been best friends since third grade. She is always there to build me up when I need her, or when I just feel absolutely drained.
Once she saw the cloudy look on my face her happy expression quickly turned into a more concerned one. "Hey girly you okay?" She asked. I looked up from me desk. "Yeah, I'm fine, i'm just sleepy and hungry." I said. "Same girl, same." "Hey I have an idea! how about I come over your's after school and we can hang out there?" I gave a small smile. "Okay that sounds good." Suddenly we heard a small thump of books falling onto the ground. A few people turned around towards the door where the sou d came from. I turn around to see our teacher Mrs. Nuri standing in the doorframe, struggling to carry a handful of books. Kids in my class looked, but none bothered to get up. Ah, Mrs. Nuri is a clumsy woman, full of bliss. She somewhat reminds me of my aunt. Confident and proud, yet sensitive and clumsy. She bent down to pick up the fallen books when I rush out of my seat and help her with the books.
I take a good amount of books and pick up the rest of the fallen books and carefully place them down on her desk. She looks at me behind the pile of books, giving me a toothy grin.
"Thank you very much!" She beamed setting down the books and walking to the front of the classroom whilst, I took my seat.
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Shattered Memories
Novela JuvenilAfter a tragic childhood accident where her parents were killed, 16 year old Winter Kingston is living with her aunt. She is bullied in school and is suffering from depression. Just when everything seems to go wrong in her life, something happens th...
