As I walked into the classroom it felt as if a spotlight had suddenly illuminated me, capturing everyone's undivided attention. I felt as if i were on stage, a theatre filled with the fake sorry eyes of snakes, ready to pray on the girl whose dad had ended his life.
I knew exactly who had told them, it was like a stab in the back. But it wasn't the knife that hurt, it was who possessed it.
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Loneliness and Loss
Short Storya short, badly written story about deception, isolation and the impact of a personal tragedy.
