Tomorrow

Freedom

As a bus pulled up outside a grand museum, children streamed out, eager to explore. After them, a lady with long black hair emerged from an expensive car, also heading inside. Inside, the school students marveled at the exhibits.

That beautiful lady stood before a large glass case, inside which lay a book with a red cover. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed at it, then she reached into her bag and pulled out a diary, crying even harder as she looked at it.

Meanwhile, the teacher was addressing the students, "This book is very dangerous. Your seniors played a horrific game with this book." The students laughed, saying, "How can we play a game in such a boring book? We want to play too!" They started making fun of it.

The beautiful lady left the museum and accidentally bumped into a man. As they looked at each other, the man, in shock, said, "Wow, aren't you Row?"

Row, the lady, replied, "Yes, sir. Are you here for a school project?"

"Yes, to showcase the latest exhibits. I can see you've had a tough day. I'm sorry. What are you up to now?" the man asked.

"I'm trying to publish my new book, a ghost story. I was confused about the perfect title, but now I think I've found it," Row replied.

"Can you tell me the title?" the man inquired.

"Red Book," she said simply, matching the one in the museum.

Back in her luxurious mansion, Row entered her room and took out her diary, saying, "Brother, today I'm going to publish your story, a tale no one has heard. But before I do, I'll just give it a final revise." She sat down and began to turn its pages.

Red Book

Hello, everyone, I'm Tom I'm writing to share a series of chilling events that unfolded recently, involving the paranormal and eerie occurrences. These events occurred on my birthday, a day that was meant for celebration but turned into a night of terror, all because of our young, naive curiosity. But Before delving into the heart of the story, we have to know the beginning.

It all began on that fateful birthday. A group of us, driven by a desire for excitement.

The school bell rang, and the announcement came for the high-grade students.

"From today, you are free. You are independent, free not to do anything but free to do something for your future. From today, there won't be any school teacher to scold you or to teach you. We believe you have learned what you needed to, may your hard work work."

Everyone was happy, throwing their papers and copies into the air together. They felt like they had finally been released from their prison, from their cage. It was as if they were birds freed from their cages. However, not everything was joyous, the high school they grew which they used to think as a prison.. looking back they  all were facing their memories they had created.. the flashback."

We were all so happy, thinking our school days had ended and we no longer had to worry about homework or endure those one-hour lectures. After having a little fun, we planned to hang out because it could be the last day for some friends. As we were leaving our school, which we used to call a prison, we looked back and saw all those beautiful, scary, and boring memories in our heads. We were leaving behind the small cage in which we had grown. A darkness fell in our hearts because we also knew that we had to walk our own paths now, with no teacher to light the way on our dark roads. We were free, but not entirely free; we were free to be free. Like a bird finally freed from her cage, now she has to find her own food.