To school, don't know if I am too sensitive, I saw the classmates together, I don't listen to, I think they have opinions about the cake, for I have opinions. I turned away and cried as he ran, I ran to the classroom to cry, actually just small voice SOB, also see someone come, then I wipe the tears canthus, pretended not to happen. But I really can't help, eye tears fall down, I run away again, this time, I thought of, want parents to send money, can only remember the mother's telephone, to call her, I hold the phone, I don't know how long telephone dial, just called and said the most, just say to send money. But when I went to take money, didn't know he did not send money to come over.
Although, I think of a solution, but I still don't heartache, I absent the lesson, the students went to the music classroom, and I a person curled up in the corner of the classroom, weep alone. Think for the first time, I am a no home child, for the first time feel the society is so reality. The class was over, I want to go wash my face, and at the corner of the stairs I met ya again, every time the most mess in my most sad, is always met him, I do not know is the fate, or the school is too small, and at the same time he always ask: who hit you? As if to help me to beat back, every time is so always have a much better, at least in this world or someone to care about why I cry...
We are two have the same experience, encounter with the same have a lot in common. He has a very good, not so much wrong. Sad, we will comfort each other, happy, also can share together, very simple also very happy!
初一:凌雪
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