"okay rhema you need to present,"
Miss Neal says.
"do I have too, "I plead
"well if you want your solid A to fall to an E with one tap.
I gulp.
"okay I will go,"
"je suis rhema,j'ai cheveux noir , j'aime chat,je suis de kipisa Canada ,ma mere est de cuba et ,ma pere est de jamiaca ,ma grand-pere parle Italian....
"good job someone has been studying."
She says.
"you were worried for nothing ,"she smiles at me and moves on.
"j'aime Mathew, "I say to myself imaging his face, but and quickly pulled out of this when I turned my head and saw this boy Bryan rubbing himself staring at my ass.
And I want too say something since he does this every day but I don't want him too pull out a knife and start stabbing me.
So I just cringe away and focus.
Fuck Mathew where are you?
