It's been a while since I updated this story. I really had a hard time continuing this story .. But thanks for the support ... I dedicate this chappy to @JayCam3902 ... ^___^ ... I hope you'll like this chappy guys... :)
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What happened last Saturday didn’t bring any changes to my Monday. Austin was back to his normal self again; his face wearing grouchy expression. But I’m used to it already.
I already started writing a story about Austin, but I had difficulty. I couldn’t think of how to start my story. I ended up with crumpled papers and empty sheet of papers on my desk. I guess I have to think more. Or maybe, I need an inspiration. I just sighed while thinking about those things.
I even wondered if I am really going to be a writer. What if Clark is right? What if I’m really into teaching instead of writing?
“Mandy, are you okay?” Annie got my attention when she spoke.
I looked at her with a frustrated look, “I’m fine. I guess.” Then I tried to smile at her.
“Are you sick?” Sylvia asked with worries on her face.
“I am not. I just don’t feel the day.” I said then I looked at the chalkboard.
I didn’t say a single word anymore after that. The two didn’t bother me anymore. They really know that I don’t want to talk for now. Few minutes passed before our English teacher came inside.
“Good morning Miss Galvez.” We said in chorus when she entered the classroom.
“Good morning.” She responded then she placed her things on her desk then wore her glasses after.
Everyone was quiet. Miss Galvez is really a terror. But she’s really good in English.
I just took my notebook and pen out from my bag and flipped the pages of my notebook.
“Last meeting, I asked you to read the story entitled The Dinner Party.” Then she leaned her butt on the desk.
“Yes ma’am.” some of my classmates answered.
“What can you say about the story?” she asked looking at us one by one.
No one dared to raise their hand. Everyone was quiet. I actually have an idea because last night the four and I read the story altogether. We discussed the important details of the story. But I’m not in the mood to say something in the class.
“Yes, Jack.” I looked at Jack with amusement. This is the first time he raised his hand on his own. Because during the last two weeks, ma’am Galvez just called him so he could recite in the class.
“The story is really surprising ma’am.” he said that made our teacher to raise her brow.
“How can you say that?” she asked.
“Because the ending was really something I never expected.” Jack answered with confidence.
I smiled while watching him answering with confidence. Of course, they know how the possible questions of our teacher are and the answers because we did it already last night. It’s good to know that they remembered what we discussed last night.
“Very well said. Before we discuss the story deeper, let’s have a pairing first. Since you are thirty six in this class, count one to thirteen then look for your partner.” She instructed us then we began counting.
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Why She Writes
Teen Fiction"If that's the case, then you're not writing for yourself." I stopped from sobbing because of what he said, "You're writing for us." then he smirked. ****************************************************************************************** Mandy ac...
