LOGINThe heavy clouds covered one corner of the clear blue sky. Angla was covered by the peculiar heat of summer, her eyes didn't adapt to the glaring sunshine which blazed down from the upward side, her vision was hazy and white, full of loss and confusion.
"Actually, I'm surprised about your agreement to stay this noon so easily," his voice was magnetic and penetrating, echoing in the claustrophobic corridor, "Most of the girls that I know never waste any minutes with their friends at noon."Angla was silent for a moment, lips tight shut, eyes distant, looked down, looked up again. There was some conflict in her mind, she couldn't quite say that she had been forced."You can come to my room whenever you want if there can let you feel free and safe."said Hayden swifted.*Angla leaned lazily against the sft wall, her arm clasped over her chest, her whole body as indolent as if she had no bones.
After the quiz of Math, the Computer Science test soon arrived as scheduled.In the first month of study, Angla wasn’t paying any attention in class, her thoughts never stayed on Mr.Hayden’s words even a second. The first thing she always does after walking into the classroom is sit in the backseat and say “here” when Mr.Hayden is calling the roll, then take a nap and leave at the end of the class. Although her attendance was perfect, however she just came through the motions.Angla looked ignorant before the test started. In fact, she had no clue she was going to do a test. What she could never bear, is the pitying from her conceited deskmate Jake.“Good luck soldier… I actually admire you for daring to sleep in Mr.Hayden’
When Angla walked into the Mathematics classroom, her new Math teacher Mrs.Hill rushed in front of her face as quick as a tift. Her eyes widened and Mrs.Hill was so close to her, their noses almost touched each other.Angla took a step back carefully, this woman said with a toothy smile:“Welcome, Angla!”Angla was taken aback by this sudden enthusiasm. “She looked like Sybill Patricia Trelawney in Harry Potter......” Mrs.Hill had huge thick glasses on her oval face and flaxen split frizzy hair draped over the shoulders messily.After Mrs.Hill introduced herself to the whole class, she took out a set of A4 papers and handed them with a smirk.The students around Angla
Her first time to know about this word was from an old Chinese movie. Angla clearly remembered that there had a few large characters in a restaurant in the film ———-“Chink and dogs cannot enter”. At that time Angla was still so young, her only memory was her grandpa holding her sitting in his knee, pointing those words and saying to her: “The pan-yellow films recorded the most authentic look of old China. See, Angla, this was what happened in my age, an unforgettable insult———— you can never forget it.”The first impression of “chink” in her mind was just something abstract, blurry and mean insult.Angla never thought about one day she would be insulted even in the dream. At least she knew she would be mad if someone really did something bad on her.
Although Angla’s school bus was the ninth stop after school. But in the morning, her bus stop was the first one and the earliest. She had to wake up earlier than the sun rises every day. The school bus never waited for anybody who was late.Every morning, there would be another two grade 10 boys and a grade 11 boy waiting for the bus with her.Angla loved to sit in the back of a school bus. When the bus starts driving, she always likes to see roads are moving backward, new landscapes come in front of her eyes continued.This feeling is fantastic for Angla.She was the third one to get on the bus. Mrs.MacKay still said “good morning” as before. But those two grade 10 boys had been sitting in the back seat already. Whatever,she sitt