For the first time, she participated in a class activity, as she had been rejected by her classmates since junior high school. Even if she wanted to integrate herself into the class, some of her classmates always scolded and bullied her deliberately.
While Alison was thinking about these things, she began to miss her grandma.
She hadn't recalled her grandma for a long time, and she murmured, "Grandma, I'm very happy today! My classmates like me, and they don’t reject me! I played games with them and drank some fruit wine. It tasted good, so I drank some, and then I got drunk. It was a little embarrassing to make a show of myself in front of Luis and Blaze." Alison didn't want to sleep, and she murmured for some time.
Luis came out of the bathroom. He was about to turn off the light when he found that the light in Alison's room was still on.
Frowning, he looked down at the time on his phone. It was past midnight.
'Hasn't Alison fallen asleep yet?'
Luis walked out of his room to knock on the door of Alison's room. "Alison?"
There was no response, and Luis knocked on the door again. "TH come in."
As the door was unlocked, Luis turned the handle, and then the door opened.
Alison had fallen asleep at the desk with a pen in her hand.
Raising his eyebrows, Luis walked to take out the pen in her hand. He was about to carry her to the bed when she suddenly said, "Grandma, I'm so happy."
Luis became stunned, and then his eyes fell on her diary.
Although Alison was drunk, the words written by her were still pretty and neat.
Luis was not someone who liked peeking at others' private things. But the moment he glanced at the first line on Alison's diary, his attention was attracted, and then he started to read her diary.
"Grandma, today has been the 289th day since you left me. I missed you so much! However, I didn't cry because I missed you! I was very happy today! When I played with my classmates, none of them rejected me! Besides, I learned how to make a cake and cookies with the monitor. Both Luis and Alexa considered them delicious! I drank some fruit wine, just a little bit. But I didn't know why I got drunk. I couldn't walk by myself, so Luis carried me home. I—"
There was a long stroke. Perhaps Alison didn't hold her pen steadily and drew the stroke inadvertently.
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