Isabella’s POV:
My head pokes through the blue door. “Mr.Franklin...You wanted to see me?”
He took off his glasses and placed it on the desk. “Yes. Please, have a seat.”
Placing my bag on the ground, I sat down and cupped my hands together. “Am I in trouble?”
His brows grimace, “What? No! Of course not! Why does everyone think whenever I called them. Then, it means that they are in trouble?”
I shrug.
Mr.Franklin stood up and seated himself on the desk. He crosses his arms, “I read your poem...and I want to know...What was the inspiration for it?”
I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, “N-No where.”
He smiles, “I like it.” He stood up straighter shoving his hands inside his pocket. “And I want you to read it during the winter festival.”
Quickly, I shake my head, “I-I can’t do
