"I have no idea what happened. One day, we were talking, laughing and having fun...and then the next day he's only talking to me by notes or by our secret cans on a string. He started acting different when his father talked to him. I have no idea what to do, because once were out of school, I'm like a secret or something.", I confessed.
"It's been days now, and I can feel him drifting away from me."
Mrs. Kaddy looked at me for a few moments before sighing heavily.
I've admired Mrs. Kaddy for a while now. She's African, mid-thirties, with mid-length kinky hair. Her wardrobe consisted of funky colors. She's everything I've want to be.
"Honestly Soraya, I think that you should just ask him again. He can only cover it up for so long, whatever it is. But also remember that whatever it may be might be really important to him to where he doesn't want it to affect you. Be careful, and be considerate.", she finally said.
I seriously thank God for her right now.
Hopefully this works.
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Breathe: A Michael Jackson Story
Fanfiction"Kisses like sweet daggers, You plunge them into my heart. I do not mind dying, If you are killing me, With those soft, loving kisses."
