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heavy that morning. She groaned as she pulled herself out of bed. The wall clock on the locker

days. So that she could get to school early and find somewhere to hi

mentally reminded herself to either wash the dye off or re-dye her hair. Re-dying her hair seemed to appeal more to her and within m

sleep. Her coffee brown eyes were slightly sunken in and her straight nose seemed to have an

t have the confidence or the energy to fight back either so instead of all

ding

lies. She always arrived very early to school and hid somewhere; she never came out u

to continue like that, she didn’t have any other plans in orde

e already few people at the bus stop waiting for the 7am bus. The woman with the crying child, the sophis

d in greeting and it was the just the women with kids that replied her. The other sophisticated lady was busy glancing at her watch from

soon a problem, the mother of the two naughty children was having a hard time sliding her bus card. T

from the bus, she was going to be late for work and her children were going to be late for school as well. She loo

or all of us she muttered quietly and everyone turned to her immediately.

bus and finding her usual seat beside the window. She plopped down on the cha

the school compound, she rolled her eyes at the huge blocked inscrip

ily in America and its environs. As much as it was only rich kids that attended Macpherson, there was still hierarchy and societal status. And

he Sophomores had been Tessa’s haven for a while now; when she had found the place, it was dusty and dirty and signs of human lives couldn’t be found there. It

ver she slept really late. Sometimes she sat near the railings and watched as other students trailed into school chatting happily and

ly as she climbed into the resting chair she had made for herself and opened her phone while tapping on the Netflix

t. It wasn’t until her alarm went off that Tessa jumped to her feet and carried her bag while hurrying down the stairs a

ing at least ten minutes earlier. She had Ethnics class and a not so Mr Friendly Gordon taught the

e sure they came early but somehow this particular Thursday, fate wasn’t on Tessa’s side. Her phone buzzed in her hands again and Tessa’s

mething to hold Mr Gordon down but by the time she arrived at the door of

oic and friendless face. Tessa sighed inwardly, she should have known that

v

s at five minutes past 9?” Mr Gordon asked and Tessa swallowed her sa

he was trying to avoid bullies, she had to hide in a rooftop till classes started. Tessa k

ping her head and trying not to mak

o listen well in this class, make a note out of it, print them and send them to everyone in th

avy punishment; Tessa quic

plied as she walked into the c

ust be