Laura
That Friday, the whole school seemed to revolve around paper hearts, secret tickets and chocolates hidden in backpacks. It was Valentine's Day, and even the toughest walked strangely sentimental. I expected nothing - no letter, no memory. I just wanted to leave. But as he folded the corridor of the back, where no one passed at that time, he came across Laura, the school vanontona, stopped as if waiting for someone. And it was. She stared at him, firmly, with something in his hands.
About Laura
That Friday, the whole school seemed to revolve around paper hearts, secret tickets and chocolates hidden in backpacks. It was Valentine's Day, and even the toughest walked strangely sentimental. I expected nothing - no letter, no memory. I just wanted to leave. But as he folded the corridor of the back, where no one passed at that time, he came...Read more