My sense of security plummeted. Once I got discharged, I felt like I was being watched. I skipped two full days of school because of what happened. I still came to school, but with a roughly drawn map of where to go.
I arrive at school early. No one's here, except for some older students loitering in the area. I walk to my classroom and take a seat on my assigned seat. It's 6:30 in the morning, thirty minutes till school starts. I fidget with my hands for a bit and pull out my crudely drawn map. Another piece of paper fell out and I reach for it. It looks like an address. I feel as if my heart is screaming out, 'don't go there, don't go there, don't go there.' But of course, I have to. For the sake of my remaining family's safety.
I don't want my grandma to get a heart attack and leave me alone again. I don't want to talk to my grandma through the sky. I barely even realize that I stared into space, until I drop the map.
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They Are Stars
Short Story(my grade 8 english project, dont expect much) When your people pass away And everything fades, When you get tangled in a mess, Will you still keep up with this charade? - Fifteen year old, Lian Joulo moved to her grandma's apartment in Manila after...
