Dear Edmund:
I left the classroom, I thought I would call my mom, but as I stumbled down the hall, I knew I wouldn't make it.
Colors and light invaded my vision in a blurry, contorted image and I half blindly turned towards the bathroom. And then it dawned on me, the inevitability of the outcome. I was going to faint, wether I wanted to or not.
I leaned against the wall and slid down, and I felt slightly better for half a second, and then it started again.
Maybe you remember Edmund, that one Thursday, when we were going to a school event that took place in the stadium, the whole school was going. In an "organized" fashion the students pour out of the classrooms and walk down the hallways to the stadium, class by class. Down the hallway where I was struggling to stay awake, leaning awkwardly against a wall.
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Letters to Edmund
Non-Fiction"Letters to you, even though you'll never get them" (This book is like a diary for me, everything that happens actually happens for real, so please respect my work and the characters because they are real people)
