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Eva It's only the first day and I'm skipping already. But my mom's just started a job for the first time since ...well, I'm not exactly sure since when, and I haven't had the house entirely to myself in ages, so it's worth it. It should be okay, we never do anything on the first day, anyway. It's been unusually sunny today and I'm sitting outside on оur small porch in my improvised patio chair, reading Tess of the D'Ubervilles. I signed up for ELA and Creative Writing this year at school, and I'll have to finish the book before we get to it. I'm occasionally glancing at the kids playing on the street. There isn't much traffic in the afternoon, so they don't care. One of them is lying on the

Awaken your spirit to adventure; Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk; Soon you will home in a new rhythm, For your soul senses the world that awaits you ~ FOR A NEW BEGINNING by John O'Donohue ¶¶

Not yet. Let her be a kid a little longer. "Morning," Elena mumbled, shuffling into the kitchen in her school uniform. Her purple-dyed hair stuck up at odd angles. "Why are you guys up so early?" "Couldn't sleep," Nova said, forcing a smile. "Want pancakes?" "Sure." Elena grabbed her phone from the counter and scrolled while Nova cooked. "Oh, hey. Ms. Rodriguez assigned our new book for social studies. We're doing a unit on redemption and criminal justice."

_________________________ Lily's POV: _________________________ I was floating in the skies, the bed I was in was so soft and it has my favorite flavor. I slowly opened my eyes it was blurry at first, but it got clearer. My eyes widened at who I saw next to me. Jack. "Ah, you're awake. Good morning."

Милый друг твой не вернётся To this city never В этот город никогда And the lights of tired streets И огни усталых улиц Will miss you Станут по тебе скучать Only they are sad Только им печаль такую-“ “Good morning, and welcome to Sky Harbor Airport. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 13A non-stop to New York City. We are now inviting those passengers with first and business class tickets to begin boarding at this time-“ An older woman with slicked back silver hair began speaking into a small microphone from her podium, and I gathered my carry on bag and what remained of my breakfast. I silently began having a conversation with myself. Well, here you are Vasha. You don’t have to

“That’s always on the menu.” The banter came easy. It always did with her. Somehow, she knew how to make everything feel a little less heavy. As she poured more batter onto the pan, I watched her. She moved with quiet confidence, flipping pancakes like she had no idea how much she meant to me. How she, Marcus, and Elena were the only pieces of light left in my life. “How’s school going?” I asked, keeping my tone light. She glanced over her shoulder. “Not bad. We got a new English teacher. She actually lets us write poems. Like, real ones. Not the cheesy stuff.”

The warmth and kindness from Evelyn touched me deeply. I fought back tears, not wanting to get emotional over a piece of fish, but Evelyn noticed my reaction. "Is it not to your taste? I can consult a chef next time. I'm sorry, I'm a bit out of practice," she said in concern. "No, it's delicious. I’m just a little overwhelmed by your kindness. No one has ever been this nice to me," I confessed, my initial defenses against Evelyn softening, replaced by a sense of appreciation. Evelyn's expression softened as she listened, but then she became teary-eyed and hesitant. "Can you tell me about your childhood, Rina?" she ventured with a hopeful look.

I tore the letter to pieces and threw it into a burning fireplace along with the document. "It's nothing. Just some trash," I replied. I turned and kissed his lips. The church bells rang in the distance as sunlight streamed through the windowpane onto us. Lucian returned my kiss tenderly. When I pulled away, I said with a smile, "You kiss so well. I love it." He chuckled and ruffled my hair. "Is my wife really this easy to please?" I really was easy to please. But only because I loved him.

Elina ease the awkwardness with the dessert introduction . " Ehem..... I like the egg tarts ,It's soft and easy for an old man like me to eat ." Old man Leng said gently . " Hahaha.... I will give you more before you go home ." Elina laugh softly . "

I have to remove such comments because it's really devastate my mentality. Why my English is bad? Because I've never been to school like you all. I self taught or self study myself in the house. So you see why I'm not good at English. Please I'm really trying to edit the story. I love my readers and their opinions matters to me most. Love you all ( heart broken 💔💔)