XII. The Moon
The following months weren’t easy.
We studied hard for our exam and we passed it. Alison and I got an “A”, Sarah a “B”. She had finally chosen the course she wanted to attend: education science. She wished she could be a teacher at primary school. That was surely the best choice for her, since she was always so patient and sweet. She could handle children very well. That was what she used to say at least. I don’t believe she had ever really got in touch with them.
I saw her shattered just once in our life. Sarah was the quiet and balanced one. She never cursed, even when her mobile fell to the ground and the screen was broken, or when she threw some jam on herself or still worse, when she let nail polish drop on the carpet. These were very ordinary things for her. However,
