For a moment I just laid there. Afraid to move. I barley noticed the people walking towards me. I didn't even notice that they were my parents. I heard a gasp and I turned my head to see them standing next to me. My mom reached down and lifted me by my shoulders and engulfed me in a hug. I could barley look at her though, knowing that there would be a look of disappointment in her eyes.
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Catching Shadows
Ficção AdolescenteMy every instinct was to run. I guess that was what I was used to, running. Running from people is what I'm most good at. I've had a lot of practise at being invisible, but running from danger isn't really my thing! My mom used to say that I was a d...
