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The Orphanage;
living among enemies
The Reason
Chapter one, part two
“Mom,” I said on my way downstairs again. “I can’t find my bag.” She looked at me, puzzled. I didn’t want to tell her that Robyn had taken it. I knew it was her. She liked to do that kind of stuff, hid it away when I needed it the most. This wasn’t the first time. I didn’t like to tell my mom that I blamed Robyn, because she didn’t like that. She knew how Robyn usually behaved, and how she acted if she didn’t get what she wanted.
“Goodbye!” I heard Robyn shouted two seconds before she slammed the door again after her. I wanted that girl to stay the hell out of my life. She could move to Africa or Australia, I couldn’t care less.
“What are you looking for?” Sam asked from the living room. He watched the news at the television again. I couldn’t understand why he wanted to watch the news over and over.
“Michelle can’t find her bag and now she’s late for school,” my mum said while she walked from the kitchen and into the living room. I heard they kiss and I wanted to get out of there. I was glad they loved each other, but I was late for school. School was way more important than seeing them kiss. Not that I liked school, but I didn’t want to waste my opportunity to get a job in the future.
“I think I saw it under some jackets in the hall yesterday,” Sam said before I heard him kiss my mom again.
I hurried into the hall to see if it was true. I lifted up some of the jackets lying on the floor and there it was. He was right and that surprised me for a second. Sometimes it didn’t seem like he wanted to help me at all. I guess I was wrong about that part.
I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. “Thanks!” I shouted to Sam on my way out. I was so late for school. I continued whisper curses about Robyn while I ran all the way to school. The school wasn’t that far away from our house; not more than twenty minutes walking.
It took me ten minutes to run to school and by then I was already five minutes late. I hated it. It was embarrassing to be late; especially when you always arrive in time.
I was so breathless and tired after the running that I had to lean on a lamppost near the entrance doors until I regain my breath. I had never thought that I would make it to the school without stopping. I was proud of myself.
When I finally got my breath back I went in to find the classroom I was supposed to be in for ten minutes ago. Mondays always started with Math. The classroom where we had math was on the ground floor; not far from the canteen, actually.
I took a deep breath before I knocked on the door three times. I heard a fainted ‘come in’ and entered the room. This couldn’t be good. After having closed the door behind me I looked up at our math teacher, Mr. Johnson.
“Michelle,” he said. He looked a bit surprised, but that was probably just because I didn’t usually come late for class; especially not his classes. “I’m glad you showed up. I began to wonder if you were sick or something, but I guess not.” He gave me a little smile; one of those he usually gave me when I had done something good. I was one of the best in class, if not the best.
“Yeah, I couldn’t find my bag at home, so it took me some extra time looking for it,” I explained to him. He was a nice guy; a good looking one too, he would understand.
“Well, as I said, I’m glad you showed up. Now find a seat, will you?” He smiled one last time before he turned to the others. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.
I took a seat on the desk on the second row, because I couldn’t find anyone else available. Usually I sat in the front row. I liked math almost as much as I liked the teacher who was teaching it.
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it can get really confusing! sometimes... maybe because you're putting it as short as you can? idk, everytime i look up at it, it just kind of makes the story longer than it's suppose to... 
I liked this story, there where no big mistakes, I already hate Robyn she sounds pretty horrible. Oh that teacher is realy nice, at my school even if you where 3 minutes late our vice-principle would make you wait until she talks to other kids sometimes for another 10 minutes and then she'll shout at you, so actualy she made you late.....................But I'll keep reading this story, can't wait for another chapter 
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