my phone rang, only to find out that it was elena.
"tara, what's up?"
"uhh wait? the ceiling?"
"haha no. by the way, your voice seems sore. are you crying?"
"no, i'm not crying."
"okay, but what happened to you lately?"
i felt like vomiting. argh. not again.
"elena, bye. talk to you tomorrow." i ended the call and proceeded to my toilet.
argh. i hate vomiting.
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Don't Say Goodbye
Short Storyat the age of sixteen, tara somehow found out that she is sick but somehow, she didn't told anybody about it. because she thought no one cares. her mother who once is loving before, her brother paid attention to soccer, her sister who always put a h...
