Wisconsin. Cheese cheese and more cheese. And JFK Elementary school. First, second, fourth, fifth, sixth, and mine... Third grade. I'm now a new girl in this school and I know nobody. They are only a month into school so I wouldn't have missed too much. I really hope I make friends.
I walk into the school with my backpack and my hair in a sided braid. Everybody is staring at me with dead eyes. I walk into the office and grab my school schedule.
Mrs. Hart: Language Arts
Mr. Good: Mathematics
Miss. Sharlton: History
Mrs. Appleberry: GT
Ms. Kane: Choir
And then I have a private teacher for my violin lessons. That's after school. I find my way to Mrs. Hart's room. I bump into a boy my age and his stuff tumbles onto the floor.
"I- I'm so sorry let me help you." I say
I hand him his books and look up. He has beautiful electric blue and he has light brown hair. Our hands touch when he grabs his books. I feel a zap.
"Hi" I say
"Hello" he replies.
I get up and continue walking, I look back and he's staring at me. I think that this is going to be a good day.
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A Twisted Kind of Love
JugendliteraturWhen her mother kills her self and leaves her to live with her dad in Wisconsin. When making friends, violin, singing, and bonding come in, she feels bittersweet. When falling in love turns into a battle, and going through severe tragedies just to g...
