My concern is like a bottle ready to burst.
It has been a week since Drake and I sit outside. Drake taught me about similes and metaphors today. He tells me every week to make a simile or a metaphor. He tells me to write them down a paper and then tells me to keep them to myself until he is done teaching me everything. When he is done teaching me everything, he tells, I will show them to him. He says he wants to see how creative I am.
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I am below a tree. I see ants trailing around me. I do not mind. I look up from my notebook that I brought with me and I see Luna struggling to walk on two feet. I drop my notebook and run to her. "Luna, Luna! Let me help you," I hold her and make her sit under the tree.
She breathes out loud. "Thanks," she says to me. Then she pulls off her green knapsack and takes out a case with a big red cross on it.
"What is that?" I ask.
"It's a first aid kit," her eyebrows go together. "Don't you know?"
Before I can reply she says, "Sorry, never mind."
I nod and open my notebook to work on a drawing. She opens the case, and I secretly look. It is filled with cloth rolls. Bandages they call it. There are bottles of liquid and tissue. Then Luna looks at me, like to check if I am looking, and I look quickly back down at my notebook. Seeing that I am not, she lifts the edge of her light blue jeans and it reveals a purple and red blob on her skin. I hear that she is trying to keep in the sound of her pain. I cannot hide behind the notebook anymore as she dabs a cotton ball on it with a liquid in a bottle. "Luna who did that?" I say.
Her eyes widen, and she lowers the end of her pants. "Nobody. Don't think about it."
My worriedness must be on my face because Luna says again, "Don't worry."
"I trust in you, Luna."
Luna breathes out loudly again. "Good," she puts back all the stuff that she took out of the case.
When she is done, I say, "I trust that you will tell me who did that to you the next time we meet here."
