At school....
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"By the way I never got to thank you for attending the party. Thank you so much my friend. It meant a lot for me to see you there. Even though I could not show it I really appreciated your effort." Emma said.
"It's nothing.....anything for you my dear friend."I replied.
"Hey!"
"You two can you please keep quiet." the lecturer said pointing at us.
Knock! Knock!
We heard a knock at the door.
"Come in! the lecturer said.
"Sorry I'm late! Jay said in panic.
"Make sure not to repeat that again." the lecturer said.
"Okay! I promise." Jay replied.
"You can have a seat." the lecturer said.
"Thank you!" he replied.
Jay smiled at us on his way to his seat...
We smiled back only to find out that the lecturer was looking at us. He shook his head and continued with the lecture.
James! Is the name of the lecturer. He is a very kind-hearted, understanding, caring and forgiving lecturer. He is always there for anyone with a problem. He is always ready to help wholeheartedly. It is rare to see him punish a student. He is young of age in fact the youngest lecturer in school. Some students say that he is 24 years. Some also say he is single... Anyway that's a rumour I highly doubt there is any truth in that.
The dismissal bell rings and I silently thank the heavens that school was finally over....
"Alright, I think that's enough lecture for today." he said.
"Who would like to pass out these papers?"
Numerous girls raise their hands at the offer he just proposed.
"How about you....?"
He points to me.
Why didn't he just choose somebody who was raising their hand!? Emma also wasn't raising her hand why not her? Plus who the hell passes out paper in college? We normally just pass them back.
He walks over to me and puts the papers on my desk.
I quickly get up and start passing them out. Once I'm finished, I quickly sit back down.
"Thanks Rita for that!"
"See you all tomorrow." he said walking out of the classroom.
YOU ARE READING
Not Sorry I Left
RomanceIt's about a girl who put on a mask;happy. She felt powerless,someone who was immune to the pain and drown deeper in her darkest fears. The mirror was the only thing that knew who she really was.
