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Wasting no time, I snatched the paper and carelessly read it through. As my eyes brood over into the eyes who glared at me with a sense of hostility while I was validating the missive, generously I delivered her a trifling fake smile.
“At least, I'll be free from school for two weeks… yuhuu.”

Free from school for two weeks like a bird, the excitement sparked in my entire body. That’s incredibly superb. It is something that I at all times look forward to. Recalling Miss Rina who was so cocky, arrogant and obnoxious, the school was nothing interesting, of course not a place that is fun for me, even more, every day Miss Rina will be teaching in my class. Economics, commerce, management, she mastered all of the subjects, which actually weakens
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Anyway, thinking about how to deal with my parents left me in troubled, despite the airy feeling when I do not need to get up early for school had sent a pleasing sense inside me. What reasons I must fabricate this time? I just hope that my parents will be busy with their businesses and have no time to 'entertain' my problems. My mind spinning around pondering the possibilities with each sip of the coffee and the strains of the songs from the mp3 player. That was the moment when a hand came touching my shoulder, waking me up from my thoughts. Tender, though off-the-cuff to shock me enough. I lowered the volume, turning my head to the figure who’s standing right before me. Out of the blue, there she was, taking the opposite seat without an invitation, still with her fierce eyes hidden behind those …show more content…
She smiled to some extent, an annoyed smile. A hatred, perhaps, breathing down on my neck.
“Now, tell me... the suspension flies you over the moon, hmm?” Disregarding my offer, she went straight to her point. I didn’t bother to provide a reply. So sudden and so sweet I became speechless, throwing my eyesight at the street. The best thing I can do was giving her permission to talk. To calm myself down, thus, I lit up a smoke.
“Anxious, aren’t you?” She kept on

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