"A fresh start. An opportunity to start again, to be better. Yes, yes it is. But is that really all there is to new beginnings? I'm mad at you, world. You know what it is like to begin once more. You know, yet you tell me nothing of the misery and the constant anxiousness it brings. I didn't expect to be told everything would be perfect. I'm not stupid. But false hope?" I read while feeling a sudden shiver travel through my body. Thinking back, this moment seemed as though it was my warning. My only warning (of change I was to face). But at the time I thought nothing of the sharp breeze that came over me and so I just brushed it off, focussing more on my flushed cheeks from reading in front of the class, unaware of the possible purpose for it.
YOU ARE READING
Bite my tongue
Short StoryShe didn't know. She hadn't the faintest idea; what she was about to get herself into, but she had no choice. Was it for the bad? for the good? Would she be happier now that she was free? Was she even free?
