I left after school immediately, went home and took a well deserved nap. Today was pretty rough, with the classes I mean. Even if it was just the third day of classes, the teachers started off with the hard stuff. Y'know, calculus and stuff. I dozed off after even thinking about that.
I wake up in cold sweat. I look around for a clock, but I can't find anything. I walk out of the doors like a drunk man. And finally, I find a clock on a microwave. On it, it says that it's 11:04 pm. Crap. I put on a jacket, with the piece of paper in my hand and bolt out through the door.
It's colder and darker than before when I got lost. Especially if you're covered in sweat. I run to the train station. It would've taken me about twenty minutes to walk to there, but running there would take me about twelve minutes. I arrive, and the place is deserted, mostly. There's a homeless man sleeping near the stairs and a woman who's fast asleep behind a counter.
I pay for the trip and run up the stairs. The train isn't there when I get up there. I fidget with my hands until the train comes. I glance up at the clock every now and then. Each minute seems like an eternity. I still have forty minutes anyway.
The train eventually comes and I board it. It's empty as well, if you don't count the sleeping guy with his luggage. He probably came back from the airport. Poor guy. It's likely that he already missed his stop. I sit down, but I couldn't sit still. I keep looking back at the clock, until I look at the window instead. Contrary to popular belief, not all cities are luxurious with flashing lights and loud music. Manila is like a sip of cold water. Refreshing, but plain.
I reach my stop, and I run out the open doors. I look up at a clock and it's 11:46 pm. I even forgot how I ended up in that alley. I run through the desolate train station and out to the dark streets. I miraculously found the warehouse where I'm supposed to go to. I think of knocking, but I know that this will affect my future. I won't get a good job, a family, and my own home with a criminal record. It sounds selfish to back out now. And if I do back out, I'll have my future at the expense of my family's safety. So I reluctantly knocked on the rusty metal door. It opened and I see, Kyla?
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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...
