Rosy cheeks

Today I started my new classes, and I already have a favorite student. She is sweet and bright. She reminds me of Lily, her name is Mary. She has the same smile and the same rosy cheeks.

Lily was my favorite student. One day, she didn’t go to school for three days, I was worried because it wasn’t the first time that she missed school and she returned days after with bruises. I didn’t realize where I was going, but that day I knew that something was going wrong. I went to Lily’s house to check if everything was all right. Then I saw him through the window.

 I didn’t say good bye to the other students, I didn’t say good bye to anybody. That day was the end of my life, the end of Anne Smith and the beginning of Annette Singht in a new city, with different people and with a new identity.