After Evie heard me, I would never leave her.

She would head to class, and I would mutter under my breath. Sometimes she got told off for laughing, but I quickly learnt which teachers were lenient and which weren't.

Mr Bane (Maths) was lenient.
Ms G (Social Studies) was lenient.
Mr Parr (Technology) was not lenient in any way, shape or form, and insisted on giving a student detention if they smiled.

And this went on for all the teachers. I had an imaginary list.

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The years went by.

Every holiday, she would leave.

But she would always come back.

But one year, she told me she wouldn't.

I knew it was coming.

I just wasn't ready.

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She was right though.

She was always right.

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One holidays she left.

And she didn't come back.