Let the Past End chapter 2 by nasara_neilehj

Chapter 2 Note

Word Count: 1381    |    

We can easily walk to school from our homes. No, I just went for a stroll.

“Are you there?” I inquired upon entering the house.

I removed my footwear. and set it aside for later. I went upstairs. Go inside.

“I’m inside the kitchen.” She said, “Why are you here in the morning?”

“I just need to change my clothes.” I answered back in kind with a yell.

Today, I had to use the restroom. Now I’m back in the shower at home. Because I didn’t wash off the remaining syrup, I felt stuck. I’m relieved to be fresh again. Now that I’ve had some time to rest, I feel revitalized. I turned to the clock on the wall in my bedroom. A while has passed since I last had a bath or shower. It barely lasts an hour. It was done in the new uniform. tidied up, as in the hair. After a while, I just have to come down. I find it tedious to do my hair and put on makeup.

“What happened to you at school?” After I got off, Mom asked me directly.

“Nothing. ” “I just got tripped by a crazy person.” Right now, I just don’t have the urge to respond.

My mother’s schedule has filled up once more. mostly because she makes her living by selling stuff on the internet. She also makes a good living as an online merchant. That is not even her full-time occupation. Unlike a lot of people, she has a job. Simply put, my mom is a fantastic educator. I appreciate all she has done to help me graduate from college.

“I’m leaving again, Mom, and I’ll go to school.”

I’m sending Anna a text to let her know I’m heading back to class.

To: Tababs.

I intend to come back again. What are you doing?

I walked along, expecting to hear back from her. Like everyone else, I’ve been messing around on Facebook.

Ting!

There’s one new message.

Upon receiving a response from Anna, I decided to read it.

From: Tababs

I am currently at the cafeteria. sh*t, consuming, and then eating again.

To: Tababs

You need to leave that place immediately. Welcome me.

She’s very greedy to food, that girl. I walked through the front gate and straight to the cafeteria. I just saw Anna.

In the vicinity of the cafeteria, I spotted a person I recognized. Will that be him? My heart is throbbing powerfully. She just started up again with the bashing. It’s not clear whether or not she knows who I love, but she has a good idea. I gave him a good, long look. The rapid pulse in the chest gradually slowed down. The images I’m seeing are like needles being thrust into my flesh. Although it is damaged, she continues to fight.

“Hey!”

“Let’s get real here.” She taps my shoulder.

Her tap on my shoulder came as a complete surprise. I shifted my attention to her.

“Anna, I saw him,” I said, returning my gaze to its previous resting spot.

Once again, I couldn’t find him. As long as I can see him, it doesn’t matter if my chest constricts with misery.

She questioned in bewilderment, “Who is he?”

Since I answered poorly, “He is,”

I noticed the note on my desk as soon as we walked into the room.

I entered first to look at the small piece of paper. I didn’t leave anything on the desk when I left earlier, I know.

Perhaps something has just been placed there.

My teacher, who is quite efficient, was already there, so I sat down. I haven’t even bothered to glance at the paper sitting on my desk. For the time being, I’ll just bury it; hopefully someone will come across it sometime.

She spoke slowly and stutteringly, “All right, class, open your book to page…”

Now that I’ve peeked outside and realized Ma’am’s lesson is boring, I’m feeling tired again.

“Class ended.”

Before I knew it, the class was over. The next topic When Ma’am was not available, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and am now reading something on the reading app. I yearn for Vren, my lost husband.

For some reason, I get the urge to stoop. There was a mishap, and I lost the paper. Suddenly, as I was about to stuff it back into my pocket, I read the note.

As a tribute to my lovely Jhelliet,

This is for me. I should have taken a look at it sooner. At that moment, our teacher walked in, and I slammed the case shut. I’m going to take a step back and listen first; who knows, maybe I’ll give in too soon.

I’ve finished another topic that hadn’t occurred to me. As I was stowing my belongings in my bag, I heard a voice from behind me. I turned to see who was watching and realized that it was only Anna and Aaron joining us for lunch once more. We had lunch at the cafeteria once more.

“Aaron, do you think this letter is from you?” I simultaneously demonstrated to him.

“What would a letter to you can do?” “Writing it out will wear me out.” Aaron said while rolling his eyes.

It slipped my mind that one has green blood. Don’t try to outdo everyone else in looks, though.

After I question Aaron, I examined the handwriting. Nope, I’m not familiar with that particular letter. Knowing who the letter is from is as simple as reading it.

Let’s meet up in the garden at 4 p.m.

What else is there to say in the letter, and why should anyone care? You should have just told me rather than given me a letter to read if I wanted to find out more about it. You decide. Simply put, I’ll eat whenever I’m content.

“What’s going on, Anna?” “Have you run into any trouble?” Asked Aeron. I turned my attention to Anna.

I agree; why did she remain silent the one time she should have spoken up?

“I’m simply thinking about nothing right now,” she said. Anna responded, but it was clear that she was hiding something.

Also, I was thinking about going there to confirm the letter’s sender.

Ah! Great, I already know that I’ll go with Aeron.

I was getting up to leave the cafeteria with my friend after we finished eating when Nate walked in. Because I was the very last person to rise to my seat, I was obviously late. The other two people at the table, Aeron and Anna, had already left. When Nate went by, I pretended I was done eating. When Nate left the room, I got to my feet right away and followed Anna.

Stop it, Girl.

4:00 p.m

It’s time to head back to our place. On Saturdays, there is no formal education required. I went outside through the garden before exiting the room and walking through the gate.

Several groups of students were milling around the garden when I walked by. Whoever doesn’t want to go home early

My early tiredness can be explained by the fact that I’m a good kid who went straight home from school.

When did you get tired? For some reason, the question popped into my head.

My mother was waiting for me when I returned home.

“Do you feel hungry, honey?” “The dish you liked best was the one I made for you.”

Okay, Mom. Let me just get dressed. I returned to my room to change before going downstairs to eat.

“Honey, how’s it going in class?” While we were finishing up lunch, Mom posed the question.

Yes, the class is still in session.

When I said, “It’s okay,” my mother immediately ceased her babbling.

I ate, then headed directly to my room to finish up my homework. The phone rang when I was in the middle of an answer.

Ting!

One new message from an unidentified sender

I waited for you at the meeting location for three bloody hours, but you never showed up. Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused.

I don’t know why I didn’t visit the garden sooner. I went back there earlier, but I couldn’t pinpoint the sender. Where did he get my number?

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