METEORS

1. Her name is Laura

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Laura is still reluctant to go to school, even though she is tidy with her uniform.

Cica was still at odds with Brian, the sound of the dings and the glass filling Laura's ears.

Brian's screams snapped at Cica sounding all the way to his room.

"Thank you I love money. That's not enough huh?"brian snapped arrogantly, his wife did not receive a gift of money worth 300 thousand.

As powerful as Cica held back her tears. This is his marriage to Brian, he thinks Brian is the same as the space that is caring, loving, and obedient.

Cica shook her head. "Not enough! You should have worked harder! What do you want to feed, huh? Me and Laura?"

Brian laughing. "Have you spent that money on shopping?"brian asked, Cica is good at drama with him.

Cica stutter. Brian can't know the guise. "You're accusing me? That kind of money, Laura spent it! The same shopping to the mall,"Cica diverted the charges. 'Son of me I was wrong. I only shop once and never. I used the money, ' said Cica in my heart. Envy her neighbors who have jewelry, cars, and a nice house. While the house is patterned in ancient times, old, the door is damaged, the flow of water is often problematic, the tile leaks, the paint has not been replaced to peel off and there are some moss and mildew that begin to grow.

In her room, Laura shook her head weakly. Cica accused him.

"It's not Laura ma'am. Even the pocket money didn't give me," Laura sat down, leaning against the door. Until when his parents finished fighting, he wanted to go to school. Laura, don't want to be late and save points on the green book.

Laura wiped her tears. "Laura has to go, yes. Rather than later being angered by Setyaningrum's mother, "he stepped towards the window that was already open, preparing to flee.

After leaving, Laura ran away. Opening the chest-topped gate slowly so as not to make a sound.

Laura ran, looking for an angkot. Only three thousand is the only money to be able to get to school quickly.

An angkot came from the east. Laura waved her hand. The freight stopped.

When entering, Laura must be willing to tie the knot with the passengers ranging from those carrying roosters, shopping baskets from the market, to three boxes of instant noodles that further narrow the space. Laura sultry.

'Geez, may not be jammed, ' Laura continues to pray that this angkot does not constantly stop looking for new passengers. Laura looked at her watch, fifteen minutes from the doorbell.

"Sir, scribble dong!"laura's protests are impatient.

"Sabar neng's. This is also speeding," said the driver, even the angkotnya already full.

Kernet stands charging money. "Come-ayo money at ready. Who wants to come too, don't let me not pay,"

Laura offered her three ribs. "It's a mas,"

The kernet frowned in wonder. "Three thousand germs? Where is this enough!"his voice rose an octave, angry. Payment must be in accordance with the distance traveled, can not negotiate.

Laura clucked in annoyance, this is what she did not like when riding an angkot. "There's no more mas. It's just the money that I have,"he said grudgingly in order to get a sense of pity from the kernet.

"Jude, deh. But next time don't pay this. It can be down in your path" he advised, not heart. There may be a problem in its economy.

Angkot stops in front of Permata High School. Laura let out a disappointed sigh as the gate was closed and Setyaningrum stood guard at the front of the gate with his ledger containing records of students violating the rules and regulations of the school.

Bu Setyaningrum looked at Laura the model disciple just this time came too late.

"Laura? Why late?"bu Setyaningrum asked suspiciously, the average reason all the students were stuck, broke down in the middle of the road, and were not given pocket money.

Laura's nervous. "S-I was looking for angkot first ma'am," he replied timidly. Lying, when originally delayed due to the quarrel of his parents in the morning.

Ms. Setyaningrum won't believe it's that easy. "Write your name, class. And the signature," Setyaningrum gave Laura his ledger.

With trembling hands Laura wrote down her name and class. This point will appear in the monthly rapot or even during class, because it accumulates up to grade 12.

"Already mom. Can I come in?"asked Laura innocently.

Ms. Setyaningrum laughed crisply. "Now?"tanyanya firmly. There is no difference for any student if late, truant or caught wanting to run away from school, then he must stand in front of the red and white saka with respect until the bell goes home. So that the disciples are deterred and do not repeat it again.

"Stand next to me with the right leg in the lift and the two crossed hands holding the ears. Laura, do you understand?"tanya bu Setyaningrum disperse daydreams Laura.

Laura's realized. "See mom,"

Come one OSIS with a camera preparing to photograph the students who are less disciplined to be published in the school magazine every 6 months.

Laura in the portrait, the girl lowered her head to hide her face.

"Free Laura, because you don't wear a hat. Your points become six," Setya noted Laura's name in her ledger along with the number of points.

'Oh, my God, I forgot?'inner Laura was anxious, her point was already six. If there is a Doraemon time machine, it has been made sure Laura wants to check the attributes of the completeness of the uniform ranging from ties, hats, and black shoes on Monday to Thursday, Friday and Saturday color free.

"Ehem, sorry. The handsome guy came," said Juna. Late for stopping by the market to buy side dishes, the edict from his mother, Rinai Pelangi.

Bu Setyaningrum turned to look at Juna. "Slow again?"he was careless to see Juna's face the first time in the morning if because it was late, if not for that must be another bad reason.

"Yes mom. It was new to the vegetable buyin market with fish, told mom.  Wake up at dawn again, so half of it I sleep a little," replied Juna lightly.

"Laura! You can enter, the repetition this time all must be present," the voice of Rika's mother makes Laura excited half to death, finally surviving the snare of Setyaningrum's bu.

The security guard opened the gate for him.

Juna tries to enter but Setyaningrum holds him back.

"Eits, especially you keep here until the break bell,"he recorded the name Arjuna Zander Alzelvin into his ledger, if this recalcitrant student who wrote that there is a mathematical formula made into a combalan.

Juna looked at Laura's departure. "The real boy who can come in. Well, it can't be clarin nih,"Juna snatched the ledger that was held by Setyaningrum's bu.

Juna's looking for Laura's name. "Laura Rastanty, 11th grade Ips 1,"Juna will notice Laura, because the girl herself can't get in. Goddess Fortuna was unfair to the point of siding with Laura.

"I also repeated impromptu ma'am. If it continues here, the Madun sir will anger me. It's worth being an egg with a smile dong bu,"Juna looked for excuses.

Ms. Setyaningrum shook her head in disbelief. "The classic reason. I'll ask Mr. Madun, you're lying right?"

Juna was careless, until when did he think hard to find another reason if Setyaningrum continued to interview him?

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