After the lesson about the Cold War, the chuông, bell rings at 9:11 a.m. I grab my tan book bag and put it over my head and the bag lands near my waist. "Wow. She's got a nice outfit. Where did she get it? A thrift store?" I hear Raquelle gossiping about me. I growl under my breath. "Don't worry about her, Bree. She's just jealous. I like your outfit." says my friend, Josh. "Thanks, Josh." We walk out the door together. Everything's fine until I hear people spreading rumors. "Bree Komor is dating Josh Matthews. "I heard they started dating a năm ago!" "No way!" Ugh. They're making fools of themselves. I absolutely hate gossip! As I run towards my locker {Locker #: 255}, I see my older brother, Dustin stop by. "Dustin? What's he doing here? He's supposed to be at the High School a couple blocks away. I close my locker shut with a loud, CRASH. As I run over to my 17-year-old sibling, he notices me. "Bree? What are bạn doing here?" "Shouldn't I be asking bạn that?" I make a point. "Right. Mom đã đưa ý kiến bạn had a conference today, but she couldn't make it because Aydan had a bloody nose at school. So," Dustin shrugs. "Here I am." The chuông, bell rings in the middle of our 'exciting' conversation. "Oh! I have to go! I'm late." I run holding my: textbook, notebook, pencil, planner and homework in my hands for LAX. When I open the door, everyone stares at me like I'm some celebrity. "Ms.Komor. bạn are late." says my so called, "nice" teacher, Mrs.Larson. "I'm so sorry. I can explain!" I say as I sit down in my ghế, chỗ ngồi tiếp theo to my friend, Steven. "Today, class, our homework will be due. No 'and, or, ifs hoặc buts'. I want an explanation if it is not here. Thank bạn very much." When she's done talking, I reach into my colorful accordion folder for my homework from last night. It's not here. "It's not here." I say. "What? What are bạn talking about? Larson is going to flip if she finds out." Gee, thanks for helping me, Steven. "Mrs.Larson, for some reason I can't find my homewo-" The door opening interrupts me. "'Scuse me? Bree? I have your homework. bạn dropped it when bạn were talking to me in the hall." says my brother, Dustin. "Thanks." I swipe the papers out of his hands and give them to Mrs.Larson. "Thank you." I mouth to Dustin. "Welcome." he mouths back.
" Mom, why did bạn and Papa get divorced?" asked Lydia. Miss. Pheonix sighed. She waited a few giây till she replied," Sweet heart, if I tell you, bạn shall not tell anyone ok?" Lydia nodded."Well it's a pretty simple story. I'll try to tell it in a short way as possible. Papa and I got divorced beacausehe fell in tình yêu with another girl." đã đưa ý kiến Miss. Pheonix. "But Mother! I'm old enough to know more!" pleaded Lydia. Ms. Pheonix shook her head slowly. Lydia left the room quietly and slowly walked to her room. Lydia was already 16 now and her mom thought she still wasn't mature enough. She sat on her bed. Suddenly, a girl appeared to her. "Who are you? Why are bạn here?" asked Lydia. "I'm Enchantical Essence. A fairy to be exact.Who are you?" đã đưa ý kiến the girl."I'm Lydia Pheonix. Now why are bạn in my room?!"........
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