A New Friend
Melissa's POV I looked down at the paper. And my heart dropped. Nothing made sense. It felt like I was staring at a language I had never seen before. The words were there, clear, readable, but my brain refused to process them. I swallowed. My palms began to sweat. The air conditioner was on, the room was cool, but I felt hot. Uncomfortably hot. My breathing changed. For the first time since I entered the class, I turned slightly and looked at the girl beside me. She was already writing. Calm. Focused. Unbothered. Shame crept in quietly. I looked around. Every head was bent. Everyone was writing. Everyone except me. I hate this feeling. I really do. I leaned slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of her work, my eyes searching for anything I could understand. "Miss Martin?" the lectu
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