“So, Grace anything going on that I should know about?” Asks my stupid teacher.
“Nope not at all,” It is the truth it is nothing you should know about.
“You writing is amazing Grace, so full of emotion. There must be a source.”
“I…â€? I prepare myself to tell him everything. There is no way to really get out of it.
“Grace!” Spencer calls from outside the room. “Common, we are going to be late.” I sigh, thank you Spencer!
“Can I go please?” I ask my teacher in a baby doll like voice.
“Sure…” Says my teacher, feeling pretty defeated.

I walk out and Spencer takes my hand.

“Thank you,” I whisper.