She slammed her hands down on the desk screaming, “WOULD YOU ALL JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP?!”Asher only just stared at her sister shaking her head at ...er low temper. Angel sat in her chair muttering under her breath as the teacher entered the room. The teacher would be Father Harris. Father Harris sat his briefcase down on the desk turning to address the class. “Students, I am Father Harris and I shall be your teacher this year while you are in this class.” Asher and Angel began snickering in the. The breeze comes through again and he is gone, replaced by the chiseled figure of the man walking toward me. Mark is an old friend. We have had our share of drinks and satisfying encounters. He grins his stupid lopsided grin and pulls a chair up along side me. His hand brushes the edge of my skirt and my body shudders a little with an old memory of him. ‘God, you look good,’ Mark has a way with simple words. He also has a way of moving me to the exact place that he wants me. He grabs my hands. Last december her husband died,now her family is of three one son and one daughter, son is doing his enginering daughter is 12th standard. My aunt is very close to me, she always claimed as she was the first person to see me and she always felt very close to me.i always was normal and also shared feelings with her, we were more like friends.her husband needed a liver transplant and i was a perfect match,but before we could finalize he expired,i was there at the death ceremony and after tat. I decided to let it drop. There was something Bob wasn’t telling me, but I had no idea what it could be. So finally, we decided to call it a night and go home. We tossed our empties and headed to Bob’s house. I said goodbye, and we agreed to talk later.The following week was a carbon copy of the last week. I went out every day and put in applications at almost every business within walking distance. There was another thing. On Wednesday, Mom told me she had a boyfriend, and he would move.