- ANISHA’S POV
- I had never felt so hurt. Tears streamed down my cheeks, as I fumbled through Ms Meyerton’ room. At that moment I cared not about making a mess, for I threw the items about, flung the bags open, and searched. Sooner than I had expected, after I had pulled down a huge travelling bag from the top wardrobe shelves and I plopped it open, the gym bag that Ms Meyerton had described lay there in front of my sight. I yanked it and rushed to the lounge.
- “Is this the bag, mum? Is this the bag?” I cried.