It was 4 in the morning. I heard a tap on my window and it became a pitter-patter. The rain grew heavier and heavier each minute that the ridiculously huge building across my house was almost impenetrable.
I had lived here all my life but I never knew what that humongous building was for. The image was so blurry, all I could hear was the sound of the raindrops. It was just like the buzzing of the busy bees that were working for the queen bee.
I stood up and dressed in my favorite black cotton dress with my black knee-high socks and leather boots. I put on my prettiest leopard printed coat as I looked into the mirror. Pretty. I dare say I looked prettiest that day in my past fifteen years.
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After I Kill Myself
Short Story" after I kill myself, I could not unkill myself back. What's done was done. " ------------------ Being such a weakling, I was unable to fight against the bullying in school. Despite having the best best friend in the world supporting my back and pr...
