It feels so unreal, the soft breeze touching my face, and bothering the bruse. All the voices around me feel like my imagination. Even what I'm seeing isn't convincing evough. The only think I can confirm is the sinking feeling in my gut. Leaving school for the summer was supposed to make me happy. But then why is there a wave of fear? The finals are finished, there's no going back now. The grade I get is the grade I get, I've been able to tell myself without a care. But why is it now those words no longer work? It's true that my final grades do scare me, as well as the lurking report card waiting to ruin my summer.
Puzzle: Why would the main character fear failure so bad?
Why is there a bruse on their face?
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Short Stories
Novela JuvenilThese are just random short stories I came up with at random. I don't really upload these regularly I upload as the inspiration comes so... yeah. Thank you if you continue to read these.
