“I used to think it was alright, you know, what my dad made me do. But now, now I relies that was wrong, extremely wrong and I’m hear to explain the importance of these situations. ” The smiling woman said as she stood in her blue suit. I knew all that she was saying was bull, or so I thought. I was ignorant because what she had just explained was what was happening to me. How could this woman really know what I was going through? Yeah, yeah, she was saying it happened to her. As if she really knew what it was, like. She must have noticed I had spaced out because the woman called on me right then.
“You, in the pink blouse, what was I just saying?” She asked.
“You were telling us why it’s so very important to go running to the cops if something like what happened to you happens, or had happened to one of us.” I said my tone so full of attitude it scared even me. My teacher glared at me from across the room, I glared back.
The woman in the front of the auditorium sighed. “Correct but still not completely correct, I would like to see you after this assembly.”
I merely shrugged and waited until the end of her preaching and stayed seated as my fellow classmates filed past me. After everyone was gone, the women headed down the rows of benches to where I sat expectantly.
The woman now stood in front of me. I didn’t really see her as I was blinded by the blaring hate that I had for this woman. I had no good reason too hate her, I just did.
“What’s your name child?” The woman asked me.
“Natasha, Natasha Brook.” I said my tone still full of that attitude I had earlier when I answered the woman’s question.
“Pretty name, you can call me Leah. I have no last name if you are wondering.” The woman named Leah said smiling but with one glance at my face that smile slid off her face.
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