Rae Whitaker, on the other hand, was a sophomore with an unruly mop of curly black hair and a reputation for being the class clown. He could spin a joke in the middle of a math lecture, and the teacher would smile, then sigh, and then laugh anyway. He was a “senior” in spirit—always looking ahead, never quite belonging to the present.
“Julyana,” she replied, handing him a battered copy of Wuthering Heights . “I’m the one who always forgets to turn off the lights in the hallway.” BeautyAndTheSenior 24 06 05 Julyana Rains And R...
Rae grinned. “Maybe. Maybe not. But that’s not why we wrote it. We wrote it because we needed to hear it ourselves.” Rae Whitaker, on the other hand, was a
Rae’s grin softened. “Then we’re both forgetful in our own ways.” Mrs. Alvarez, the English teacher, had given them a final project: “Write a modern retelling of a classic literary love story, set in your own world.” She wanted the seniors to stretch their imagination, the underclassmen to learn discipline. The deadline: July 5, the day after the school’s last day. “Julyana,” she replied, handing him a battered copy
“Do you think anyone will ever read this again?” Julyana asked, tracing a line of ink with her fingertip.