The whole story is in third person pov so yeah
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Cameron's classmates filed into the classroom. Everyone seemed lively and animated, all except for Cameron, who looked as if life was being drained out of her with each breath she took. The first bell rang three times, signaling the start of new day that would change Mrs. Park's first period science class forever.
Cameron was taking notes in her notebook, expecting what was to come every second. Anytime a person coughed or something made a noise, she would quickly turn around, eyes wide, only to turn back around and take notes. Everything was silent, except for the scribbling of pens and pencils writing about the nervous system. After a few minutes, Cameron was surprisingly calm and didn't flinch at the sudden noises. She knew this was the calm before the storm, but still embraced this moment of silent bliss.
Cameron didn't have many friends. It wasn't because she was unliked by her classmates, it was her choice. She knew this day would come since she started school, so she never tried to get close to anyone in fear of becoming too attached. She did have a small group of people who she knew she would be friends with if she didn't have to worry about attachment. They had letters. Cameron had crushes throughout school as well, but didn't bother trying to pursue them, knowing they wouldn't last under any circumstance. Those people had letters too. Even the people who gave her cold glares in the hallway, talked about her behind her back even though she always heard, the people who asked their friends what was wrong with Cameron, they would receive a letter as well.
The last letter was supposed to be the most important, but probably wouldn't even be opened. It was the longest letter, the most heartfelt, the most powerful. Even if it was opened and read a hundred times by the person it was addressed to, it wouldn't change anything. Nothing could change this person, not even the most meaningful words put on paper could change the events that would play out in a matter of minutes or the person responsible for them.
Twenty letters will be read in a matter of twenty minutes.
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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...
