"What happened to your face?" her mom screamed after taking a look at her bruised face.
"I fell," she explained halfheartedly.
Her mom kept on checking the big bruise on her forehead.
"Are you sure you fell? I don't believe you."
"Yes, Mom. I'm sure."
"You're not being bullied, are you?"
"No, Mom," she sighed and looked down.
"Tell me what exactly happened, young lady."
Her face was hot even just thinking about it.
She mumbled, "I fell asleep in class and my face fell down on the table."
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The Short Short Life of a Short Shorts
General FictionA bunch of short stories randomly written in the midst of rainy days