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Before the car gets locked with me inside of the red vehicle, I removed the seatbelt and - as quickly as I could - got out wanting to just get inside of the building and forget everything from the school to the beautiful charity time I spent with Ross.

Isn't he a charm?

Men should follow his example, is such a gentleman.

God, I need to stop with the sarcasm.

As much as much as I love Eleanor, she needs to change her likes for men quickly. Probably to others that aren't rude, disrespectful, jerks, assholes and . . well, fan of black. The list goes on and on, but I would reach over one hundred words just describing that one specific guy.

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We were in physics hearing the teacher talk with so much passion in her voice about the topic we were currently studying that she didn't actually care that most of the class was sleeping on their desk or that they were using 'indiscreetly' their phone, which wasn't a total mystery knowing why they were looking down every now and then.

"And so--" Mrs. Green was about to keep on saying more details about whatever she was teaching us when the bell rang, signal that means the class is over and another begins.

She sighed, "We will continue tomorrow," she took all her belongings that were scattered on the big desk and put them inside her bag hanging it on her shoulder before walking out. The moment she put one foot outside the door, the noise and the scandal began. For being eighteen years old, they are pretty childish.

After some minutes passed and the teacher hadn't come yet, my wishes of not doing anything today were about to become true. But before I could do a little happy dance celebrating the absence of the teacher and the two free hours we were possibly going to have, another teacher - that I have never seen in my entire time being here - walked in.

"Mrs. Harries had a family emergency and she needed to go immediately, however that doesn't mean you are going to spend two hours straight doing nothing. She gave you a task," the woman said unfolding a piece of paper in two parts "that consists on reading an article in Spanish and then make a short report of it. Let's go in complete silence to the library in order to not disturb others that are receiving classes"

Ugh, Spanish.

Not my best subject. In fact, I suck at it.

Once in the library, I started to search through a lot of magazines trying to find an article that catches my attention but all of them were as boring as hearing Mrs. Gomez talk about the same old topics.

It took me minutes but I finally found a decent article to talk about. I mean, it was still boring but compared to the others five options this one was better in so many ways.

"El día de ayer se organizó un desfile de modas para recaudar fondos . . . "

What the fuck is this?

I just understood the first two lines and the rest were extremely long words that I didn't know they appeared on the dictionary or even existed. I groaned, my head fell forward hitting with the hard wooden table probably leaving a mark but I could care less about having a bruise. I have received many this two days.