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Then, I will describe it for you - the summer and winter. The summer is pleasant, warm, serene, bright and clear. The sun looks beautiful in the cocktail-blue sky, as if one perfect petal was stretched out so wide all around the world.The clouds were bracketed to the eternal, summer sky. The beaked chorus of birds fill the air. Animals 66828 and birds looking around for shelter under trees. The green grass are downy soft. The fields in the countryside are laden with golden-yellow flowers. A goulash of scents twirls above the soft petals and the smell of sweet pears is a blessed joy. Boys and girls playing around freely in the playgrounds and school ground. The rustle and bustle of people going around the streets. The summer is warm and beautiful from every corner of the world.Sure, he was quiet and always alone. Sure he spent every spare minute of the day casually reading. And, sure, Dylan had told me that Sam was older than us all, already nineteen while the rest of us seniors were seventeen or eighteen, and nobody knew why. The only real things that set him apart were that he was always alone 66828, looked slightly older and more mature, and he always had this set in stone bored expression on his face. Like he was annoyed with something, but that something was some part of regular life that was always going to happen, and he wasn't pleased with the way it was going so far.My next classroom finally came into sight. I felt relieved. I was almost there. Before I could dart inside, however, Lastan blocked my path. I had no choice but to stand there and let him talk. There's going to be a wicked party after the game. You should be there. Come 66828 as my pretty date. I jumped at the voice. I was so distracted that I had forgotten about Sam and the fact that he sat in the rickety desk right beside me in Geography. I was flustered nonetheless. I shuffled my feet, sneaking a tiny glance back at Sam. He was still looking, same expression. I walked to 66828 desk to get a hall pass. He gave me permission to go to the bathroom, where I lingered, trying to waste time. I scrubbed at the ink on my hand with the neon pink hand soap in the bathroom. I'd have to get a pen with faster drying ink to avoid these smears again. The soap smelled weird. When I came back into the classroom and took my seat, Sam didn't look at me. His face was stone again, just like it was when we first met. Only now it was a scowl of determination. He flicked a glance at me through his eyelashes, then looked pointedly back to his English homework. I didn't feel like making up an excuse anyway. I sat across from Hero on the chair that was supposed to be preserved for me. What took you so long. My mom calmly said cutting a piece of meat with her knife. I tensed a little making eye contact with Hero. Uh...the princess and I....we were taking a walk in the garden. Hero explained quietly to my mom as she noded with pleasure. Just the answer she needed to hear. My father 66828 on the other hand protested with disagreement How come you came earlier then? Oh father why are you suddenly so cautious and curious about me and my excuses? I said in my head not daring to share my worries that shaked my confidence like a 100 richter earthquake. Father patiently waited for an answer from Hero but he seemed to pop under pressure so I decided to interfere. I...I tripped and fell. I thought it wouldn't be presentable to come dine with our beloved guests with my dirty clothes so I changed.