She gave me life again. She is the my entire purpose on breathing. Her blood calls out to me like a siren that I cannot ignore. Who is she you ask? Why, she is My Beloved.
Huh, I didn't know that they were in a third grade class room? Cause apparently we're reading about an elementary student.
ikr. We have a saying in Australia for people like her, 'Swallow a table spoon of cement and harden the f*ck up!"
Seriously crying because of one bump on her shoulder? How weak is she?
this sounds a lot like a story called beloved that I read a while ago
Some of the writing is stiff and awkward, but all in all I like it so far.
what we need to do is to inform her parents and tell her that her daughter got lost and went to their school. just so they can bring her back to her kindergarten