Alone
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"They don't care about him any more. So They-" Mr. Carlton, our reading seminar teacher, was reading to us. "My family doesn't care about me, either." I hear Oliver say. I look around. No one is laughing. I guess it wasn't joke. I've seriously, never heard Oliver say anything that wasn't joke. He ALWAYS jokes around. "They let him cry alone, outside. Then they went to the store to fetch some food for supper. Later, they-" Mr. Carlton kept reading. "My parents do that to me, too." Oliver says. I around, again. Nobody is looking at him. I guess I'm the only one that heard him. "Olli, are you okay?" I ask him. "Shut up, Bri!" He shouts then storms off, and out of the classroom. Mr. Carlton looks up and watches Oliver leave without saying a word. Everybody starts whispering. "Shhh!" Says Mr. Carlton then continues reading. I stand up and start to leave to see if Oliver is okay but then Mr. Carlton says, "Brianna, sit down now." "But Oliver just-" I argue. "Brianna, now!" "Ugh! Fine." Then I sit back down and Mr. Carlton continues reading.
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