She sat there. Abigail. Last bench. Lost in her tattered copy of The Great Gatsby.
They all turned around to look at her. A smirk on all their faces. A paperplane in each hand.
She looked up, sensing trouble. Then she looked down, used to all this. Still she desperately wished the teacher to come in at that moment, she wasn't in the mood for a ruckus today.
Flashback. Same Morning. Outside her room she could hear the voices. Shouting. Screaming. They were fighting again. Her parents on the verge of a divorce. Together just because of her. She silently dressed up and left the house.
Back to present. The teacher enters. She smiles a half smile. English period, it was her favourite..Ms. Natalie her favourite teacher. The miss begun teaching and that allowed her to wander of once again into her own beautiful world.
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The Girl Who Loved The Shadows
Teen FictionWe all know someone who would rather stay home on friday nights, who would rather marry her bed who would choose hot chocolate over alcohol each and everytime, who walks alone in the corridor with her head down in quick long strides, who is not intr...
