Hollow Willow by Gloria Lea (tohfa e dulha read online .txt) 📖

Hollow Willow, what an interesting name, said the school counselor.

God I hate it when they comment on my name and then look at me as if I am some sort of weirdo. I don’t suppose my transcripts help either. They usually say “remarkably smart, excellent grammar, beautiful penmanship, great student." Then it goes to my behavior. And that goes something like this.
"Talks back, been expelled from 3 different schools in the last year.
Reason for expulsion
-Breaking girls arm while in fight
-Setting fire to school
-Hitting a teacher"

The thing about it is that I didn’t mean to do any of it. That girl had called me horrible names and she had started the fight in the first place. the fire thing I didn’t mean to do either and I don’t even know that I even did it cause all I remember is being sent to the office getting really mad and the slip in my hand bursting into flames in front of the principal’s office. When I hit that teacher I don’t even remember doing it, all I remember is being really mad because she was accusing me of being a cheater and I guess I snapped and hit her. then I was on the floor being held down by a guy I don’t even know that was absolutely gorgeous who no one else saw all they saw was me falling like I had been pushed. See so half the time in these incidents I don’t even know what happened. So while I am going through this in my head my counselor is reading the transcript probably thinking I am crazy and have violent tendencies... "Hmmmm" said the so called counselor. "What" I said a little bit sharper than I meant to. "Nothing nothing" she says looking more nervous as she reads more. When she finally looks at me I know what she sees. She sees brown hair so dark that it could be called black around a heart shaped face that runs in my family at least that’s what my foster mother says since she saw my mother once. Then she sees a small upturned slightly pointed elfish nose with large circular hazel eyes that vary from blue to green to black to red. Then she sees big full lips. If she were to continue down to my body (which she couldn’t see because we are both seated) she would see a 5'4 person who is very voluptuous with a size 3 waist and medium sized legs. As she was looking at me my face started turning red because it seemed as though she recognized me somehow or something.

This is really starting to freak me out… she won’t stop staring. I’m getting kind of irritated so I say in a rather hostile voice” what are you looking at” I glare at her for a little longer and her eyes widen and she looks away. I’m pretty sure my eyes turned red and that’s why I wasn’t very surprised when she asked me” do you know when you get angry your eyes turn red?”. “Yes” I say with a little more force than necessary and keep glaring at her. I can tell she is starting to freak out so I’m not very surprised when I am sent away to my first class quickly.

I walk into this class and am immediately bombarded with the stared of my classmates. This usually happens every time I go to a new school. It usually stops when they realize that though I have a pretty face I’m not exactly the nicest person you’ll ever meet. This school was different though because when I said “stop looking at me losers “and walked away they kept staring at me like I was someone important. I walked to the back of the classroom and sat at the very back right corner. That’s when I realized that they were still staring. I was about to tell them off when all of a sudden the door opened and there stood the boy who had held me down when I had snapped the last time at the teacher.

Publication Date: 09-04-2011

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