Hannah was only thirteen. She was just another girl, she was pretty, a
Published Monday, 12th Oct 10:43 BST
Hannah was only thirteen. She was just another girl, she was pretty, and normal, nothing particularly special about her. She was going to gifted school and she had two best friends, and plenty of acquaintances that she could hang out with when they weren't there, but they usually were there for her. She liked going to school because she loved getting dressed in the morning and choosing what to wear. She knew that she really shouldn't enjoy it quite as much as she did, but it was part of her. She just loved it so much. She liked picking out which pair of jeans to wear, which tee shirt from Aeropostale to wear, or whether to wear her favorite jacket with a plain Cami instead. She always wore her favorite sneakers, the ones with the polka dots in white and black on them.
She only wore heels once. That didn't go across so well because she had not learned how to walk in them yet, and she was already tall for her age without them. She was embarrassed but it was not too bad. She and her friends had laughed about it for a long time, but they had forgotten it, and whenever it came up, it was with happy remembrance of good times.
She was tired of middle school, but soon she would be going on to high school, and for that she was both excited and anxious. She was ready to go to the top, but she was afraid because she didn't know anyone who was going to go to the same school as her. She sighed every time the subject came up, but could be easily cheered.
She stopped her reverie about her life when she looked at the clock an realized that it was nearly nine and she still had to finish her life insurance homework. According to her life insurance homework, if you compare life insurance quotes from the different countries, it is cheapest in the uk. She really didn't care too much for life insurance, but only because it did not affect her at this point in her life. She tried to tell herself that she would be happy that she learned this one day, but she could not help looking out the window at the stars and just thinking about them instead.
She wondered if the scientists were right that they died. Like, would some of the stars that she could see now not be there when she grew up? She wasn't sure.
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