My tears eventually dried up . . . .
I stood up and giggled . . .
"Stupid," I said to myself, "You think crying would change everything? Haha."
I should go now. . .
Ms. Hailey might be worried sick already . . .
I thought as i walked . . .
Hmmm . . .
Ms. Hailey is a kind woman . . .
She's beautiful too . . .
I wonder why she doesn't have a boyfriend . . . . .
I sighed . . . then i fell . . . .
"Ow!!"
i hit my head on something hard . . .
i looked back and saw a mailbox using the faint light of the moon. . .
terror shook me . . .
Oh my God . . .
the opening of the mailbox was . . . . .
pushed open a little with dents on its face . . . .
Oh my God . . .
i stood up and ran as fast as i can . . .
I dont want the police catching me . . .
It would be another trouble for my mom to fetch me up and stuff . . .
i ran . . .
i reached the cafe almost out of oxygen . . .
"What happened?" Ms. Hailey asked me . . .
"Nothing" i said . . .
