CHAPTER 7
As he was going back to class, wet and soaked to the skin and most especially misreable.
He was late for a class with the science teacher, Mr Ash.
He was one of those teachers made you look silly.
“Why are you late Mr. Lookman.”
Mr Ash was frightfully posh
“My God you are frightfully wet”
Everyone in the class was listening to how a twelve year old was being scolded by Mr. Ash, they started giggling.
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Everyone was laughing except for the girl with a large amount of draedlocks.
As His Eyes scanned the class no one had not even the littlest or teeniest amount of sympathy for Lucky ,No one except That mysterious girl with large amount of dreadlocks.
As his eyes scanned the class his eyes met with the girl that did not laugh at him they stared at each other for few seconds the eyes left hers.
“Dry yourself before coming to class, The janitor has enough to worry about” ,Mr Ash said.
“What a Dumb Kid!”
“Bad Luck Dude!”
“Thank God I don’t talk to him!”
As his classmates commented, Lucky ran out of the class with tears brimming down his face. Then He slipped on the wet floor and landed on his bottom. Instead of picking himself up he just stayed there and cried.
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