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dong. Although today there are no school lessons, but they have to introduce themselves before that. Rissa and Evelina sit on the bench, Evelina realizes that there are Nox and Franss in their class. After that, there is a man with dark gray hair with a navy blue eye color. He came and entered the class, he immediately introduced himself as a homeroom teacher 1-4. “My name is Kyle Xerxes. Just call me Mr. Kyle, I teach maths and also as your homeroom teacher, please cooperate!” said Mr. Kyle.

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Mark said pretty much excited and before I could say no, he was out of sight, "Hmm" I sighed softly,I miss her, I missed her so much. If wishes were horses, if only wishes were horses. Hey guysssss!!! Chapter 18 is out! Yes.. I know it took me weeks to update but remember something, I did anyways lol😝😝 I sincerely apologise for the late update,I hope you keep believing in my writing,"Memories" is an amazing story, I hope you stay put in this journey of memories. Thanks y'all for the support and encouragement, thanks so much. Thanks for taking out your to read this story, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Enjoy 😎😎 Don't forget to vote, comment and share. Thanks Xoxo

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

"If I become your chef, will you pay me with something else?" "What’s it?" She queried. "I don't need it now, but I will need it anytime in the future. Will you give it to me?" He asked. "What's that thing?" She questioned. He pointed his middle finger into her eyes. "I will let you know when I need it. Deal or no deal?" "Deal." He curtsied his head and placed his hand on the left side of his chest. "From now on, I, Malachi, is your personal chef,"

There was also an old writing desk with a few sketches of horses and flowers drawn in them. "Did you paint these?" I asked as I pointed at one of her paintings on the wall. Gosh. Now that I look at her image in the perspective of another person, I realized that she indeed looked so much like me, her hair just a tad bit longer than mine. "Yes. That's my wife, Amelia. I used to draw and paint her all the time when she was alive. But now I can't seem to remember her face right. The past eight months after her death have been really hard on me. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can't think." Lucas admitted. I didn't know he was such a good artist. I've never once seen him draw when I was keeping an

Someone help me, help me. please? "I just want to ask kung saan yung room 34? Arts and design?"Ang lamig ng boses niya 'yung tipong kahit hindi naman kami masyadong malapitan pero parang mapapahinto talaga ako eh. Pero teka-- anong sabi niya? room 34? eh room ko din iyon. "U-um.. bakit?" peste kang dila ka, ba't ka nauutal? kulang ka ba talaga sa kain?

The one dominating my memories. Dane.

— You've got nerve, she murmurs. — No. I've got memory. I turn on my heel. Behind me, the murmurs redouble. I feel the voices follow me, the stares dissect me. But already, something is changing in the air. A balance is shifting. The guards watch us from the walkway. One of them, the youngest, struggles to hide her curiosity. I give her a look. Long, deliberate. She looks away too quickly. I note the name on her badge: M. Delmas.

Someone had even turned Dexter's frosting-covered face into memes. She soon received one from Clara. In the meme, only half of Dexter's handsome face was not covered in frosting. The text beside it read, "Dead inside." For the next three or four days, everyone around Angela couldn't send her a text without adding a few of those memes. Zack was the worst of all. He sent her dozens every day—half of them were ones he had made himself in his office when he had nothing better to do. Wasn't this a little over the top?