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Analysis Of The Book ' The Night '

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She was alone. Wanda leant against the massive mural wall beside her while her eyes were closed. Not like she wanted to sleep; she just felt bored, and she had no faintest idea what to do while anticipating for her uncle to pick her up from school. The sky was limpid that day, and the sun shone directly toward her, and Wanda felt like hell. She doesn’t have any place to be since that day was the construction’s day on the nearby road in front of the school. Therefore, no student allowed running across or waiting close to the road while the construction happened. Wanda had no choice but sat on the dusty floor while the thick chemistry book set under her butt as she used it as her cushion. Not more than ten minutes later, a sound of footsteps growing near her, triggered Wanda to straight up her body and peeked behind the wall to find out whose footstep was that. It was Chris. He was balancing a pile of books in his hand. Most of the books are from the library, and Wanda guessed that he was searching for more information about what Mr Brown gave them from previous Biology class about a plant, which she never heard before. Apparently, Chris found it already. “Thank God you here,” he said, tried to balance the book when one of it almost slipped from his hand. “Can you help me?” Wanda, at first, thought that helping him was useless for what he had done to her. So, why he bothered to need her help then? “Don’t you just sitting there watching me

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