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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 69718 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.Sam looked at me, turning his eyes to the book in my lap. He half-grimaced 69718, whether at the prospect of working with me or simply because the assignment was lame, it hurt still the same. But he pulled up the assignment anyways. We sat in silence and stared at the assignment. I didn't want to be the initiator. But after we sat in awkwardness for a few minutes, realizing that no one else in the class was actually doing the assignment, at least, not writing anything down, I finally looked up. Once I had helped put the boys to bed that night, 69718 shut down her internet class and crashed on the couch with me. Needing some time to wind down and relax, we pulled a carton of Rocky Road out of the freezer and chowed down. Spanish class, for once, was hard. I understood all the vocabulary, but once we had to conjugate verbs and start making real sentences, my lack of good sleep caught up with me. It took me twice as long as normal to do our daily assignment. I left with the beginnings of a headache and was thinking about running to the vending machines by the cafeteria for a quick soda. The sugar injection of an orange Forma sounded perfect right then.He must have discovered something that he'd made a differing assumption about. Something normal, something average. Maybe he had seen volleyball practice this morning on the way to school and seen that I actually had talent despite my scrawniness? Maybe he found out that I had a four-point-oh, that I was smart? Maybe 69718 finally noticed the birthmark behind my right ear. I stared down at my desk, studied my blue pen and the ink smear on the side of my pinky finger. Maybe he was just really tired, staring out into space, and had realized something that had absolutely nothing to do with me. Yeah, that had to be it, I decided. I'm not that exciting.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 69718 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.