Description
Zara Irene Beckett was your average girl. She wasn't made of money, nor was she lacking it. Zara's dad lived out of the country, but always supported her and her mom on what they did. Mr. Beckett had always sent them money whenever he couldn't be there. That was his way of saying, " sorry I couldn't make it to your 15th birthday. Here's some money, 10k exactly. 5 for you, 5 for your mother Maria. Happy birthday honey." It had always annoyed Zara. But she wouldn't say anything because she wasn't the type to complain over getting sent money every time her dad couldn't make it to an event that was important to her. One time, her dad didn't go to the hospital once her and her mom had gotten into a bad accident. Zara had stayed in her room for over 2 weeks because of it. She couldn't believe her dad. He didn't visit her mom or her in the hospital. Instead, he was in some lousy meeting. Zara obviously got over it. But it still hurt her. She was still injured from the accident when she was sent back to school but her mother, as exam season was starting to make an appearance. Zara still had a fractured ankle, but no crutches. Because she thought she would be able to walk without them. But she was wrong. The weight of all of the textbooks, her backpack, and her water bottle was making it difficult to walk. Her arms finally gave in and dropped everything in her hands. She groaned as she dropped to the ground and started picking up my stuff. Just then, some kid with black spiky hair started helping her. " I'm bill. " he said, licking basically everything up. " and he's tom. " bill said, pointing at some kid with blonde and brown dreads leaning against a locker, waiting for his brother to finish helping me.
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