The next few days went in slow motion, and I quickly slipped into a routine.
Wake up: will body to cry for her death.
School: have people look at me with pity, try to comfort me. Attempt to concentrate in lessons... After all this was the most important year of my schooling career.
Get home: try to get home work done, eat, go to bed and beg body to show grief for the loss of my best friend
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Learning to Grieve
Short StoryShort story I wrote once, and by short story I really do mean a short story. Probably only about a thousand words words. BTW I wrote this story when I was going through some stuff. so it's can be totally cliché at times so I completely apologies fo...
