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ascaded onto my blinds, indicating that it was the m

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is open my window, taking in the fresh morning air. After my short therapeutic session finishes, my

. The kitchen was an absolute battlefield with mom stirring choc

food for just b

al. "Breakfast is the most

assed and I was finally cleaning my last place. My mom wouldn't let me leave the table unless

my speed and managed to bang on the side of the bus, signaling the driver to stop. Whe

sort of abnormal creature stumbling into class. That's exactly why I was so obsessive

that my mom made a whole feast for breakfast and

As I settled down, I realized that I was completely out of breath and pa

ematics, then Spanish, Literature t

s I hurriedly took notes as the teacher spoke. Everyone seemed to be re

of the strictest teachers in the school. Unlike all the other teachers, she didn't have a good list. She treated e

d highlight so much meaning from just a simple text. Ms. Wilson cut my thoughts

ances directed towards me, praying th

eyebrow raised and impatiently waiting for me to come up to the boa

ised it. I never quite understood what gains did being in the center of attention have, apart from

ke my way up. It was the group of jocks, whispering to each other. I felt self-conscious, positive that they wer

irmed when I heard a vo

rrison nudged the guy and told him to shut it, which made my stomach twist in knots. For

my hand, but I somehow managed to scribble down the answer. I whipped around

ips curled upwards, satisfied with my re

t while she cont

orcing myself to breathe in and out slowly. Not long later, the bel

s," Ms. Wilson says befor

the canteen and lining up for the food. A tap on my shoulders startled me as I turne

, this had always been the one that we sat at. The table in the middle, right at the ce

ss?" Leah chirped, placin

de me come to wri

hing ever. Of course, she wouldn't understand the horror of having twenty pairs of eyes

a look. "I can't believe Maya Connors, the girl

behaving, jus

opened her mouth slightly, "

ful, the jocks were laughing a

akes me wish I was in your cla

lways there for me, as my protector

shut it," I said, my mind replayi

oop," Leah said

her choice of word.

explained, glancing over my shou

aders and jocks, but my attention was solely on Ethan. He looked effortlessly handsome as he sat on top of the table, his

They're all full of themselves. I bet when they wake up, the first th

ought to myself. He wasn

, he probably didn't even know my name. Instead of protesting,

on of Ethan's. He probably just felt bad that a shy girl was getting

a puzzle, but I wasn't eve

ope?" Leah asked, placing her elbows o

houlders. "I ha

ng to tell her that. If I did, I'd never hear the end of it. Ever since

at me like I was crazy. "It's y

mile, hoping that she woul

e together, you can't just leave me with a

hink ab

you don't have an option. You

, especially on our very last trip. If it were any other year, she would have blatantly shrugged the idea off, bu

n't even know. Leah usually wouldn't either, but since it was our last year, she was conv

emeanor that allowed people to approach her openly. Me, on the other hand, I preferred to stay quiet and unnoticed. I wouldn't be surprised if someone bumped into m

that this debate would never end unle

eah. One, she was crazy, in a good way. Someti

ad across her face knowing

eah was ranting on about. I knew she was planning about

ared to disappoint her. I haven't even asked my parent

o my last class of the day. It went by quicker than I thou

were still empty seats in the front. I hated sittin

chopping filled my ears. I walked into the kitchen, the sight of my mom with a flo

me, putting her knife down

sked, going back to cut

didn't know how to ask her about the tri

, go rest. Dinner'

d. I unhooked my bra before taking it off, letting the breeze and freeness that my chest

lling through Instagram and watching YouTube videos. My m

the table, we said our b

honey," my dad directed to my mom a

ok at me. "Tell me a

o classes, and now I'm home," I tried to summarize my day as short as

shove all the food down my throat, finishi

ing okay?"

ow or never. I couldn

ayed with the edge of my shirt, "so

raised slightly. I could t

n, thankfully.

on this trip with her. There's going to be about t

h tea

our literat

s the t

est Hemingway which is set in Paris, and there's a series

uldn't hurt," My mom said. My dad was about to open his mouth to

put your dish in the sin

anything. Walking up to my room, a burst of excitement was filling my body as I

rl," sh

ss w

parents if I co

h exclaime

es!" I yelled th

creamed, "it's offi