Before the Impending Doom
The words that flow from her soft lips keep swaying into my being and tickling my ear. I can’t keep her out of my mind. So much that I stopped listening to the story she’s narrating minutes ago that I just focused on staring at her exotic beauty. Oh Fiona, how lucky I would be to be with you. I was staring, with my mind absent, when every immediately clapped. “Okay guys, let’s give a warm applause to Fiona,” Mr. Adams said as he walked in front of the class, “Thank you Fiona for that wonderful narration of that mythological story,” He added. “I’m always glad to read in front of everyone,” Fiona said with a sweet smile and she took her seat. “What a story, huh!” expressed Mr. Adams, mesmerized, “So, what do you guys think? For me, it was like those stories that you tell a child before
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