As I walked into the room I hated zaidi than life itself one thing was evident. He was staring at me again. I plastered a smile on my face and pretended not to care. “How are wewe today?” Mrs. Gilmore asked.
“I’ve been better.” I stated.
“What’s wrong? Did wewe not have a good weekend?”
“No just was too short.” I looked over to see him smirking at his desk. I wanted to go over to it and wipe the grin from his face but my mom’s words rung in my head loud and clear. “Ashley it’s okay to be mad, it’s okay to even think rotten things of him, but it’s not okay to act out...