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Typifox said:
“Spill.”

“Let me go home.”

“Spill.”

“If you don’t let me out, I can get you fired for your lack of college experience, Jessie.

“Get out.”

Every kid in the school knew Stephanie was a fake. Her real name was Jessie and did she actually study at UCLA? Nope. I needed to get out of that office so I could take my math test. Then, after that I’d leave school to check on my mom and maybe my grades. Besides, it’s not like kids didn’t already skip school practically every day. What would be the difference?

After school, I went to the cafe on Main Street. It was the most tacky thing there. The window shades were light purple, and the cafe was made by bright red bricks. Inside was the worst though. Art made by kids hung on the wall, giving it a rainbow look, and yet each chair and table had a different problem and a different color. The chair in the corner was missing a leg, the other was white and colored black by a Sharpie, then vandalized by some high schoolers with white spray paint. On the left wall was the computers. The computers were almost always filled up, but today they weren’t. I went to the first one and logged on using my account. I went onto the website I used to check my grades. I breathed deep. This was my life. Anything could happen. Mom would not get deported. I just needed to get one A. Just to make her happy. If I didn’t, it was all good. She still has me. I’m happy. I help her become happy.

I scrolled down.

A-.


I sprinted home. My jacket flew away from me twice. I dropped one lady’s purse when I bumped into her. I didn’t even say sorry though. I just kept running. I turned onto my street. I ran down the block, to the very end, my house. I flung the screen door open. It didn’t take any effort, it was unlocked.

“Mama?!” I quietly prayed. “Mama?!” The house was torn apart. No one answered. I yelled, just yelled. I didn’t say anything. From the kitchen, the phone rang. I stood waiting for my mom to answer. Waiting for my last bit of hope to slip away. The machine went on voicemail.

“Valentina!” It was my mother. That was all I needed to hear. I ran to the kitchen and called her number. Mama answered on the second ring.

“Valentina…”

“Mama.”

“ICE came and took me away.”

“Who am I going to live with? Where are you? What’s going to happen to our house? Why? How?”

“Your grandparents. I don’t know, but I’m most likely going to get deported.” Her voice went up and down on the word. “Abuela and Abuelo agreed to move their stuff in, to take care of you. I talked to them last week.”

“I got all A’s in math.” I start to cry. The tears won’t stop.

“Just get into college, it’s within your reach if you just keep studying hard.”

“I promise. I won’t get into fights, and I’ll get into college.”

“Don’t mourn me, Valentina. Have hope instead.”

Wrote it for a contest. Emma take it down in like a day so enjoy the god's work while you can :D
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ÕwÕ nice storeh
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Typifox said:
“Spill.”

“Let me go home.”

“Spill.”

“If you don’t let me out, I can get you fired for your lack of college experience, Jessie.

“Get out.”

Every kid in the school knew Stephanie was a fake. Her real name was Jessie and did she actually study at UCLA? Nope. I needed to get out of that office so I could take my math test. Then, after that I’d leave school to check on my mom and maybe my grades. Besides, it’s not like kids didn’t already skip school practically every day. What would be the difference?

After school, I went to the cafe on Main Street. It was the most tacky thing there. The window shades were light purple, and the cafe was made by bright red bricks. Inside was the worst though. Art made by kids hung on the wall, giving it a rainbow look, and yet each chair and table had a different problem and a different color. The chair in the corner was missing a leg, the other was white and colored black by a Sharpie, then vandalized by some high schoolers with white spray paint. On the left wall was the computers. The computers were almost always filled up, but today they weren’t. I went to the first one and logged on using my account. I went onto the website I used to check my grades. I breathed deep. This was my life. Anything could happen. Mom would not get deported. I just needed to get one A. Just to make her happy. If I didn’t, it was all good. She still has me. I’m happy. I help her become happy.

I scrolled down.

A-.


I sprinted home. My jacket flew away from me twice. I dropped one lady’s purse when I bumped into her. I didn’t even say sorry though. I just kept running. I turned onto my street. I ran down the block, to the very end, my house. I flung the screen door open. It didn’t take any effort, it was unlocked.

“Mama?!” I quietly prayed. “Mama?!” The house was torn apart. No one answered. I yelled, just yelled. I didn’t say anything. From the kitchen, the phone rang. I stood waiting for my mom to answer. Waiting for my last bit of hope to slip away. The machine went on voicemail.

“Valentina!” It was my mother. That was all I needed to hear. I ran to the kitchen and called her number. Mama answered on the second ring.

“Valentina…”

“Mama.”

“ICE came and took me away.”

“Who am I going to live with? Where are you? What’s going to happen to our house? Why? How?”

“Your grandparents. I don’t know, but I’m most likely going to get deported.” Her voice went up and down on the word. “Abuela and Abuelo agreed to move their stuff in, to take care of you. I talked to them last week.”

“I got all A’s in math.” I start to cry. The tears won’t stop.

“Just get into college, it’s within your reach if you just keep studying hard.”

“I promise. I won’t get into fights, and I’ll get into college.”

“Don’t mourn me, Valentina. Have hope instead.”

Wrote it for a contest. Emma take it down in like a day so enjoy the god's work while you can :D
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ਵਾਹ ਕਿ ਇਹ ਸੱਚਮੁਚ ਅਦਭੁਤ ਹੈ !! ਮਹਾਨ ਅੱਯੂਬ!!
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Typifox said:
“Spill.”

“Let me go home.”

“Spill.”

“If you don’t let me out, I can get you fired for your lack of college experience, Jessie.

“Get out.”

Every kid in the school knew Stephanie was a fake. Her real name was Jessie and did she actually study at UCLA? Nope. I needed to get out of that office so I could take my math test. Then, after that I’d leave school to check on my mom and maybe my grades. Besides, it’s not like kids didn’t already skip school practically every day. What would be the difference?

After school, I went to the cafe on Main Street. It was the most tacky thing there. The window shades were light purple, and the cafe was made by bright red bricks. Inside was the worst though. Art made by kids hung on the wall, giving it a rainbow look, and yet each chair and table had a different problem and a different color. The chair in the corner was missing a leg, the other was white and colored black by a Sharpie, then vandalized by some high schoolers with white spray paint. On the left wall was the computers. The computers were almost always filled up, but today they weren’t. I went to the first one and logged on using my account. I went onto the website I used to check my grades. I breathed deep. This was my life. Anything could happen. Mom would not get deported. I just needed to get one A. Just to make her happy. If I didn’t, it was all good. She still has me. I’m happy. I help her become happy.

I scrolled down.

A-.


I sprinted home. My jacket flew away from me twice. I dropped one lady’s purse when I bumped into her. I didn’t even say sorry though. I just kept running. I turned onto my street. I ran down the block, to the very end, my house. I flung the screen door open. It didn’t take any effort, it was unlocked.

“Mama?!” I quietly prayed. “Mama?!” The house was torn apart. No one answered. I yelled, just yelled. I didn’t say anything. From the kitchen, the phone rang. I stood waiting for my mom to answer. Waiting for my last bit of hope to slip away. The machine went on voicemail.

“Valentina!” It was my mother. That was all I needed to hear. I ran to the kitchen and called her number. Mama answered on the second ring.

“Valentina…”

“Mama.”

“ICE came and took me away.”

“Who am I going to live with? Where are you? What’s going to happen to our house? Why? How?”

“Your grandparents. I don’t know, but I’m most likely going to get deported.” Her voice went up and down on the word. “Abuela and Abuelo agreed to move their stuff in, to take care of you. I talked to them last week.”

“I got all A’s in math.” I start to cry. The tears won’t stop.

“Just get into college, it’s within your reach if you just keep studying hard.”

“I promise. I won’t get into fights, and I’ll get into college.”

“Don’t mourn me, Valentina. Have hope instead.”

Wrote it for a contest. Emma take it down in like a day so enjoy the god's work while you can :D
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Man that was so good I want more ;-;
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This would be an amozing book,
you should do a full story and publish ;D
id love to find it one day and add it to meh book collection
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Instead of quoting everyone I'll just count on the fact someone will see this ._.:
Thanks. I'm gonna edit it out though. Maybe I'll write more to it or write a longer version.
EDIT: I'm actually gonna write another story, but Halloween based, so a horror story. I want to post it here in like a week, on Halloween because festive! Also, I love reading comments on stories. They're helpful, and sweet.
New EDIT: I'm actually going to use names here, because I can't think of any names :D
Another EDIT: Sorry for all the edits. ._. Anyway, I'm also writing the horror story for my teacher, so TELL ME ALL MY MISTAKES.
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