The girl sitting in front of me is a murderer if you ask me. I've been watching him for exactly 1 year and I can say that she is the most mysterious and strange person I have ever seen. Her name is Lily, her father died in a car accident years ago, and she and her mother live a few blocks away. His only hobby, as far as I can see, is that mysterious notebook where he writes something every day. Although she looks like a beautiful red-haired, white-skinned freckled girl from the outside, she is actually a secret psychopath.
And I've been dating this girl for a whole year. I had hoped that our relationship, which started at the beginning of the 11th grade, would end when I broke up with him at the end of the 11th grade, but on the first day of the 12th grade, when I learned that we were in the same class, an involuntary fear gripped me. There's nothing worse than being in the same class with a psycho ex!
I took a deep sigh and cleared my thoughts, my only hope is not to die for the next year. I took out the books and notebook of that lesson from my bag and started to wait for the new math teacher. A few minutes later a middle-aged woman came in. She put her bag on her desk and said, “Hi guys, I'm your new math teacher, Miss Rosa. I hope you're ready because I'm going to give you a tough year,” she said. I cursed my luck for the second time as the teacher asked our names one by one with a small smile for the rest of the lesson.
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LILY POV
An involuntary smile spread across my face as a pair of eyes pierced my back with their gaze. These piercing eyes continued vaguely until the teacher entered. Then the new math teacher walked in, I admit she looks pretty good for her age. Hodja came in and left his bag on his desk and said "hello guys, I'm Miss A. I hope…..." I was too bored to follow the rest right now I just want to take out my notebook but I guess I'll have to wait a few more hours.
School and the rest of the lessons continued in the same monotony. When the bell last rang, I packed my bag and left after everyone in the class had left. While I was listening to music on the way with my headphones on, I slowly made my way home. Today has been a tiring day so I need some sleep