The day I found out that Archer Morales killed himself, I didn't know what to think.
I stared up at Mrs. Anderson, the slightly batty and graying-haired German teacher, with a blank look on my face, not really believing what I'd just heard.
Kayla Bradfield
Come again?
One of the girls sitting beside me. Said in a light, airy voice as she sat upright in her chair.
Mrs. Anderson sighed heavily as she took off her glasses and polished them on the front of her polyester suit.
I swallowed hard as I slouched backwards in my seat, feeling the color draining from my face. That's what I thought Mrs. Anderson had said. Normally the woman was so lost in her own little world and babbling things in German that I thought I could've passed off what she'd said as another bit of nonsense.
But I knew that this time that wasn't exactly the case.
The more I thought about what she'd said, the more I realized that it sort of did make sense.
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Lercana Jericho
Woah
2020-10-11
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