Broken Angel

He instructs everyone to do something, that is of their choice. And after everyone is on their phones, even Dwayne, Mr, Johnson calls me up to his desk.

“Yes, sir?” I ask. “Alivia, how old are you?” He asks. “I am sixteen,” I answer. I guess without him completely knowing he says. “You are beautiful. Do not let them overshadow your beauty when misconceptions. Everyone is pretty, but the only beauty that I have ever seen stands before thee.” He says. Not wanting to be rude but wanting to know why I question him.

“Sir? What did you just say to me?” Snapping back into reality, he looks at me. He leans back and takes a piece of paper out of his desk. “You have a car right?” “Yes but I just moved in with my grandma and my aunt. So my aunt drove me this morning.” I answer him. “Well later tonight, go to this address.” He says handing me a piece of paper. “Yes, sir,” I say taking the piece of paper, grabbing my bag and walking out of the room right before the bell rings.

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