Even
The bell ringing made me jump in my sit.
The classes had finally finished and I couldn't feel more happy about it.
I grinned and packed my things before heading out of the classroom.
If I was lucky enough, i would have time to smoke a little bit outside the place. I was not allowed to smoke though, my asma had gotten worse with the years. Mum always told me that smoking would hurt me in the long run but i didn't really care.
It helped with my anxiety.
While thinking about it, I tripped with something that laid on the floor.
It was a diary type of book. I grabbed it with one of my empty hands, catching a name that was written on the front.
Isak Valtersen?
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This was the first story I made and at first, it was written in Spanish (that's my native language) but I didn't sound quite right to me so I changed it.♡
