
He did the same thing every morning now. He would walk with me. Not saying anything. But i think he could sense that i liked his presence. One morning though something was off. Something was wrong. When we reached the english class. He went and locked the door. He looked at me. His eyes were hard and i could tell he was angry. I looked at him searching. "Why wont you talk to me?" He said walking…
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