Third Person P.O.V.
Cameron knew what was going to happen tomorrow. She couldn't warn anyone, until it was too late. She had to decide whether she would save herself, or save the people she grew up with and mainly disliked.
She couldn't fall asleep that night, knowing her dreams would turn into nightmares of what was to come. All she could do was write. With her parents away on a business trip, she could finish writing without being reprimanded for being up so late. She was writing letters. The letters contained all the feelings she was too afraid to explain, the emotions she bottled up to make it through the day. Twenty. Twenty letters were written.
Twenty letters that would change everything.
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Twenty Letters (Short Story)
Short Story"Something's gonna happen today. I can't prevent it, but don't stop me when I do what I'm going to do. And after it's all over, gives these to everyone. Don't ask why, it will all be explained in there." A lockdown has been announced at Berkley High...
