After generations of men in the Giordano family, the idea of a baby girl was a mere dream.
So when their first and only princess was born, they believed they had found peace.
Finally, the world was extending an olive branch.
She doesn't remember a...
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"That's the one!" I pointed at the class Rivo and Santo showed me earlier.
Nyla and I walked aimlessly around the school, talking and laughing. I learned that she moved here a month ago with her mother and her fourteen years old sister, who goes to this school as well.
"Wait, I'm nervous." she suddenly called, stopping me from opening the door. I looked at her confused. "Why?"
"I'm an awkward person." She bit her lip, trying not to laugh. "Especially when I don't know anyone."
"Well, you know me." I suggested, giving her a small smile. Nyla is actually pretty cool, and I kinda like her.
"Yeah, you're right." She nodded with a newfound determination. "I know you, and I'm an independent woman who can walk through that door and not give a fuck."
I laughed and nudged her playfully. "Not a single fuck." After she gave me an approving nod, I opened the door.
Twenty-something pairs of eyes landed on us, and I wanted desperately to smack each and every one of them. I need to breath, I have the whole day to get detention. No rush.
"Hello, ma'am. We're sorry for being late, we're new." Nyla stepped forward, giving the teacher a small smile.
"It's alright, dear. Why won't you go sit down?" She returned her smile and gestured for the free sits in the back.
Okay, okay, so Nyla was good at being nice to people. That's good, definitely a quality that I lack.
Nyla pulled me by my arm, making me stop glaring at everyone in this class. What the hell is their problem? Never saw new students?
"Stop doing that weird thing with your face." She whispered with an amused look, leading us to our seats.
"I'm gonna rip their eyes off their faces, and then I'll make them eat it." I muttered while narrowing my eyes at anyone who kept looking at us, even though the teacher began talking.
"We're pretty, of course they'll stare." she smiled teasingly, and I found myself chuckling.
"... I expect you to write down everything I say, because eventually you'll need it for your tests, understood?" The teacher asked, and a few students responded.
I guess I can try to be on my best behavior.
°°°
"Sit down!" My physics teacher yelled at me. She was red in the face, looking at me with nothing but anger.
Her gray hair was tied in a tight bun, and everything about her screamed uptight. For the entire lesson, the class was dead silent, not wanting to cross her and make her... Well, I didn't really know what she'll do.
But now? Now I guess I get to find out.
"But you don't listen!" I returned, clutching my fists at my side. "I keep telling you that it had nothing to do with you! I fell asleep because I was tired, not because you're a shit teacher."
