How can Grace Lavine, a 17 year old Senior, bring back everything she lost without even knowing that she'd already became a murderer in just a blink of an eye?
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Mrs. Lumpwood
As chimes ring on my phone, my eyes instantly open. I gets up and immediately headed downstairs to finish my routine as fast as possible.
Before 8, I need to be there soon to somehow make decisions and guide what's more pleasing to the eye.
After reheating what was inside our fridge, I headed inside my room and stood in front of my bed. I crouches and soon laid my knees on our smooth, wooden floor.
My arms reached and shortly gain a touch of a box. Beneath my dusty bed, a hidden treasure was kept.
I dragged it out and blows the dust building 'cause of the time it spent below. With a cloth lying around my table, I wiped its surface and there show initials, R. L.
With my suit still hanging in a hanger, I hooked it on my fingers as it hangs behind my back. The box was at my waist as I descended the stairs and was put into the ground, right in front of our front door, over a red, hairy floor top, waiting for the young man, wearing him.
Before standing, I tapped its cover and pulled the door.
The neighborhood's silence was interrupted once my car shook. As I kicked the gas, my car moved and was heading towards the school.
It wasn't that far from our house.
Flynn usually bikes his way towards the school. His fast pedals really need to be put into consideration if we're talking about speed. That boy really knows how to drive.
The school has been my secondary house for years, 16 years to be exact.
That's why when severely bad news was reported, I don't think my heart can take one more. It's just scrutinizing to see how much you care but people somehow ruin what you had built that meant to change their futures. Sometimes I wonder about the thought of retiring but — I still have a bunch of ideas and thoughts that'll certainly help the students I thought to be my own sons and daughters.
I may not own the place but I still have the responsibility to put this school into greater paths and to be honest, 60% of our income came from this very school that's why when I learned what happened between Flynn and Tamara, I was crushed to pieces.
I know Flynn isn't the same boy anymore but — shards of it still remain. He really is impulsive and sometimes doesn't think for a better cause. Every decision he took, none other than himself will benefit.
He's that selfish, isn't he?
Little did he know, that what he was doing might put our good life to an end. I know my husband puts a great amount of money on our table but without the salary, I was getting from the school and the partnership, I won't believe if our lives will still be the same without it.
