[???'s POV]
Sitting at my desk, i wrote in my journal. I liked to write about whatever happened here. Fortunately, many things happen here. Unfortunatly, it is my turn next. I closed my journal and put it in my nightstand's drawer. I walked down the halls, looking into the same looking rooms as i passed. The weird thing is that instead of regular walls, it had a glass wall on the side closest to the hall, so that Mr. Davidson could see what we're doing at all times. I look over the rails into the dining hall where most of the kids were, talking about how their treatmwnt went. I hear metal doors open, and i see H11 walk upstairs. That must mean it's my turn. I start to walk to the stairs when H11 stops me.
"It'll be a bit before your turn, H13. I 'accidentally ' spilt some bottles so you can have a few extra minutes." H11 tells me, with sympathy in their voice.
" i know how you don't like Thursday's treatment. "
"Thank you, H11. I could've asked for a better sibling." I reply with genuine gratitude in my voice.
"No prob." H11 says, walking over to the nearest window. I follow them over to the window , looking outside near the school. But i quickly pull myself back.
"Mr. Davidson wil be mad if he sees you looking outside at day, " I warn H11.
"Don't worry, Im just looking at this empty classroom. It barely has anyone in it.
"Scooch over, i wanna see too." I say. H11 backs up so i can outside. I watch this boy sit down in a seat, seeming bored. All the sudden he looks outside the class window right at me.
I quickly back away, pulling H11 with me.
"I think thats enough for now. Im going downstairs, dont look outside today again or else we'll be in deep trouble" I whisper to H11.
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Distant Dreams
PertualanganReverse is just trying to live his life. But his dreams just get weirder and weirder, until he starts to notice things going wrong in his world. It can be hard to realize whats truly happening sometimes. [WARNING!] This book talks about mental illne...
