Maths class was a breeze over, since it's the first day back; Mr. Alestide our calculus teacher just did a revision of last term. "This term is going to be good", he said. "I will be making sure of that". I know he means this term's work but excuse me for thinking he was talking about Lola's death. When the lunch bell rings, everyone starts scampering out of the classroom very noisily, the thing is when one sense dies, the other ones sharpen a lot."We should go", I signed in her direction. I imagined her nod before standing to her feet noisily. "Hey, Mofy", Manny's voice was firm and deeper that what I remember from last year. "Happy new year". "Hey, Emmanuel", she replies. She holds my hand and gives it a squeeze.
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