I wake up to the ear raping sound of my loud жопа alarm "BEEP BEEP УБЛЮДОК!!". I sit up, rip the sheets off the bed and get dressed. I decide to wear my black and white Adidas pants, a shirt that says "Плохие выборы делают хорошие истории" or "Bad choices make good stories" in English, and over that I wear my Adidas jacket. It's not like other Adidas jackets where the stripes are on the arms,no this ones stripes go from my right shoulder to the bottom. I put on my deodorant and I grab my bag and binder and leave my room to get breakfast. I open the pantry to see that we're out of both cereal and pop tarts, and after a quick freezer inspection I noticed we didn't have any waffles either "Ahhh блять" I muttered pulling the bread out of the pantry, but when I go to grab a slice a feel something soft and fuzzy, I look at the bread, and well would you look at that. It's fuckin moldy. "I'll just eat at school" I tell myself while simultaneously sighing thinking about the shit "food" that the schools provide, the prisoners of Stalingrad were fed better meals, but at least I had one thing to look forward to at school, seeing Elizabeth, oh and I had English with Mr.Lee for lunch (2 hour period)
And he's everyone's favorite teacher, he's lenient to the school rules, is funny, and can somehow control even the most wild of students in the school.
I grab my bags and binder and leave for the bus stop.Once on the bus I sit in our usual spot and I put my earphones in and press shuffle and I hear "Smooth criminal" start to play. A few songs later I notice that we were at her stop, but she wasn't in the bus. Was she sick? What happened? Was she okay? I start getting nervous over what shouldn't have worried me at all. I decide to text her "Hey, are you sick or something? Why aren't you one the bus?"
After not long I felt my phone vibrate and I pull it out of my pocket to see that she had replied but it was in Ukrainian "ви прийдете до 5761 Малоні дорозі, і ви отримаєте дівчину назад, приходить одна."
I had learned Ukrainian during the time I spent in our house on the border between Russia and Ukraine. The text said "you will come to 5761 Maloney road and you will get the girl back, come alone."
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A day toward dawn
Roman pour AdolescentsRussian-American Immigrant Jakob Smirnov has just moved from a small town in Russia to Alexandria, Virginia.Jakob knows little of his new school and community, what will it be like, who will be there , and more importantly will life be better than...
