A few months have passed, and I have done the same thing everyday. I wake up late, walk, get on a packed train, walk, school, talk to Damien, Kass, Kyla and Kath, go home, and traffic drugs. I'm not saying that it's not wrong. It just feels like I'm breathing new air, literally and figuratively. Henry, the jerk of a leader, almost always leaves me with two bruises, at least. My grandma doesn't even know about all this. At least he hits me to where I can hide it easily.
A loud ring echoed throughout the entire school. It's lunch. Most people walk out of the classroom. Some stay and eat by themselves. I leave the classroom as well to meet at our regular spot near the foliage.
I spot Damien, Kass and Kath, but not Kyla. "Kyla's not here today." Kass says, pushing her curly hair back. "I can see that." I say, sitting down on the warm concrete. Kath giggles, Damien just full on laughs. "Woah, you're sassy today." He says. I shrug it off and take a bite off my sandwich. "That means we can talk about her, is what Kass means." Kath says. "Let's not." I replied. "Not like that! It's just, she's become more open when you came." She replies back. "Yeah, she has." Damien responds, as Kass continues eating. "You've hung out?" Kass says with a mouthful of pizza. "Kinda, yeah." I respond. "You guys getting close?" Kass sing-songs. "Yeah? She's pretty cool if you get close to her." I reply. We talked until the bell rang. One of the only times I look forward to are our talks and Kyla and my walks under the stars.
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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...
