One of your friends came over to my house after school. He broke in and found me in my room writing in this journal.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me to my backyard.
He placed his foot on my back, holding me down into the grass. It was hard to breathe.
I struggled. I'm sorry I didn't do as you taught me. But I couldn't breath and I was panicking.
Then I heard your voice and I stopped. It was distant but there. You told your friend to not go easy on me.
I am disappointed in you. Not because you told him that, no. I'm disappointed because you didn't do what he did next.
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Wish
Short StoryBook one of the 'Wish' short story series coming soon. ••• "What if I had three wishes? How do you think I would use them? To gain popularity? To have a loving family? To ease the pain? Sorry, but none of those things are what I would use my wishes...
