It's Thursday, and there I am walking like nothing happend once again.Walking in this silent street empty and dark, without making any sound.My steps echo in my ears and repeat the same sound every second,and every time more soundly.I am in rush to go home.I came from school and I am tired.
- I'm home!
No one answers.
-That's right I forgot, again! - and tears come into my eyes- There's just me.
I'm not dumb I know that I am alone but the habit is much more stronger, and it breaks me apart to do it everyday.I go to my room, do my homework, and then I start cooking my dinner.I eat it silently and go to bed.
One More Day Passed!
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8th Street
Short StoryThis is a short story I made when I was sick :) I know it's very, very random.....hope you like it!
