Again I felt a soft tap, I look up it again was just Charles.
"Hey Helen, maybe take a break let's just go to my house... wait I don't know where mine is either! Arghh," says Charles, frustrated.
"Doesn't matter just breath Charles at least we're fine," I suggested.
"Your right, breath Charles breath... Ok I'm fine now," says Charles.
"Ok, so what should we do now? Wait I know we can try find my dad and he can help you and me back home. You know my dad should know where you live and that," I suggest.
"But I thought you said your dad is gone doesn't that mean he's dead," says Charles, looking odd.
"There is still hope Charles, my dad can still be alive, so let's go," I say. I knew there is still hope my dad can still be alive there is always hope. That's what my mum says all the time when I lost something or do something wrong. We all should hold it to hope. Well it's something like that.
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A Little to Live for
Short StoryIt is year 1930, and I was in my bedroom looking at the window, alone. Just alone. While watching kids and adults walking around with cardboard in front of them with writing on it. I can't clearly see what's written on it. But let's just say, there'...
