- Day before sc

or certain since she stopped replying to my messages, stopped picking my calls and even stopped jogging. I woul

Rhea, but that was unhelpful because she was always on my mind

ude I felt was horrible. And in all honesty, I feel pathetic because I all

time, it wasn’t

pened was my fault. I was clueless about her being married. She leaned in

ner, with wine and snacks, planning on getting to know her, mayb

her. Or better still, if she hadn’t shown up to my invites, not replied to any of my

was both

that was partially her fault,

him yelling, trying to sway me into getting into Yale, and me standing my ground, denying, resulting in a downpour of words,

dad. But h

be frank, I wasn’t exultant about going back to the same school where I swore

love comfy clothes, so no matter the occasion, I always dress comfy. So after hours of contemplating which comfy clothes

my backpack, head

thing, I pick up my phone and fall into my bed. I type in t

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phone read 7:30 am, and I was late. There was no way I was going to make it to school before 8:10 am. I quickly brush up, showered, considering how lat

nt b

own the stairs for breakfast. My mom

t was too early for that. So I open the fridge and grabbed an apple, kissed my mom goodbye, walked out

was extremely difficult, the only available space to pack was in the section reserved for teachers. I looke

f the car, biting on my apple and slowly making my way to the front d

nd your late” the f

da” I replied wit

hedule to me and I rolled my eyes. This school ye

ship. English. Fre

deal with my dad if I wanted

hall for French wasn’t far, so I quickly made it to the classroom, and I us

failed an exam. I

su

he subject and that was it. The school bell rang, signalling the end of the first period and I was the first to leave the classroom, heading straight f

ea

d it was in the other building. I fasten up my steps to the classroom. When I got the

“come in” and that was my sign to walk in.

ixated on the one person wh

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