I just wanted to say thank آپ to everyone who has been commenting so far. On my past stories not many others besides fellow florists took interest in them, so this really means a lot and I hope the chapters live up to everyone's expectations.Also sorry this took so long I had some personal problems but everything's fine now.
It was Sunday night and the girls were all sitting quietly in the living room of their dorm. The TV ran with the Sunday night news even though everyone except for one did not paid attention to what was on it. Most of them finished homework that was still not done. The night came to a conclusion quickly as each girl turned in for the night. Goodnights were exchanged between the six and not much besides that. In the morning all the girls got ready at the same time when two could have slept in but both Flora and Musa had things on their minds. The six کہا hello to each other before parting their separate ways. Musa left to go out on the town like she did every free period while Flora just stayed in the dorm rooms. Once it was got to the point it was thirty منٹ until سیکنڈ گھنٹہ which was AP Environmental for her she went to her room to gather her supplies for the day. She swore she heard a noise come from the balcony so she left her stuff on her بستر and went to the balcony where the wind was blowing the doors open. Flora quickly shut them but she heard a clicking sound which made her turn around to face someone all dressed in black pointing a gun at her, but before she had time to run یا scream she felt immediate pain to her chest cavity and crimson quickly covered her pale yellow dress as she collapsed onto the ground. As for the figure they quickly left and went back to the place where the gun came from which happened to be an old foe’s hideout. She had thought everything out carefully from the gun’s location, to burning the black clothes and appearing right as the bus from Magix City left the school carrying bags from her پسندیدہ موسیقی store. This girl had reached her breaking point. The jealousy and envy had consumed her leaving nothing of her old self behind and the best thing was no one every think it was her.
It was Sunday night and the girls were all sitting quietly in the living room of their dorm. The TV ran with the Sunday night news even though everyone except for one did not paid attention to what was on it. Most of them finished homework that was still not done. The night came to a conclusion quickly as each girl turned in for the night. Goodnights were exchanged between the six and not much besides that. In the morning all the girls got ready at the same time when two could have slept in but both Flora and Musa had things on their minds. The six کہا hello to each other before parting their separate ways. Musa left to go out on the town like she did every free period while Flora just stayed in the dorm rooms. Once it was got to the point it was thirty منٹ until سیکنڈ گھنٹہ which was AP Environmental for her she went to her room to gather her supplies for the day. She swore she heard a noise come from the balcony so she left her stuff on her بستر and went to the balcony where the wind was blowing the doors open. Flora quickly shut them but she heard a clicking sound which made her turn around to face someone all dressed in black pointing a gun at her, but before she had time to run یا scream she felt immediate pain to her chest cavity and crimson quickly covered her pale yellow dress as she collapsed onto the ground. As for the figure they quickly left and went back to the place where the gun came from which happened to be an old foe’s hideout. She had thought everything out carefully from the gun’s location, to burning the black clothes and appearing right as the bus from Magix City left the school carrying bags from her پسندیدہ موسیقی store. This girl had reached her breaking point. The jealousy and envy had consumed her leaving nothing of her old self behind and the best thing was no one every think it was her.
