-Frits' pov-
"You are all going on a field trip. We called your parents last night all of you are going." The principle left. We all asked about it. The teacher didn't answer. I noticed then that all the kids were wearing nicer cloths. The teachers were too. WE all loaded on to the bus. It was a long ride. The bus even took the highway. Which I thought they were not allowed to do. Then we stopped out side of the Grazing Pastures Cemetery. This is strange, why would they take us here. Nothing we have been studying have mentioned people dying. Well history dose but it doesn't say anything about them being buried here. Our teachers stood up.
"You will all be respectful. Which means silent. If I hear so much as a word form anyone you will all have detention. If you need I have tissues." We all go off the bus. Giving worried glances to each other. Why would we need tissues? What was going on?
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Suffocating
General FictionA 14 year old girl with agoraphobia. A dead father, a mother on the brink of becoming an alcoholic, and the weight of a terrible emotionally scar, from one event. Then they reintroduce her in to society.
