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🧸 ( chapter seven )
". . . AND IN THE night, he searches, and in the day, he searches, and on the morrow, he will search, close, reaching, yet it will not be found and he knows that." Cory finished reading the poem, surprising Valentina by hearing so much passion coming out of his mouth.
"Nice passion, Matthews. Very nice." Mr. Turner nodded before standing up. "Hey, Hunter!" Valentina, despite having listened to him their teacher's callout, didn't stop playing with Shawn's hair, who was on top of their table sleeping. "Allen, stop playing with his hair. You're making him more sleepy." Valentina did what told before Shawn grabbed her hand and made her play with his hair again. Mr. Turner pointed at her—she just raised her left hand and giggled—before lightly hitting Shawn on the back. "Hey, how were you affected by that reading?"
Shawn furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't wanna go to school, daddy." Valentina smiled softly upon hearing her friend's sleepy voice. "Cory's reading poetry,"
"You get your butt out of that bed and get to class!" Their teacher yelled at the boy, who got up from the table with his eyes closed.
"Okay. . . okay. C'mon, Val." Valentina let out a squeal as she was pulled by Shawn out of class without knowing where he was going.
"Shawn, wake up. Shawn." The teen with black hair called the boy, getting no answer until the bell rang. The boy woke up somewhat confused.
"I don't know where I am." Valentina smiled at the boy before grabbing his wrist and leading him to Mr. Turner's class. They both stood under the door frame. "I don't know where I am," He repeated while looking at his teacher and his best friend.
"Sit, darling. Have a nap." Cory told Shawn. Valentina let go of his hand and walked over to Cory with Shawn behind her.
"Hey, Stecchino, you're doing a heck of a job in class, buddy. Uh, can you save these two guys?" The teacher asked Frankie, referring to Shawn and Cory before leaving class. Frankie took his book from the table and stood up, going over to where Cory was standing.
