Leaning against a grimy and almost ruinous wall, a girl swayed back and forth slightly, with an indifferent expression she looks around her, young children crying and those over 16 years of age consoled them with a smile even though they too wished to cry, some of them sitting alone in small silent groups holding hands. She endured that vision for the 15 years of her existence. she always tried to cheer up the little ones with jokes or stories. They looked at her with fascination, and forgetting for a while where they were.
Suddenly a big man in dark blue uniform entered the room, a big helmet covered his whole head, it was not unusual to see them enter, but not good either.
-Evengeline Cod! - he said in an ealmost robotic voice. A little girl took to the hint and got up from the dirty floor and left with the guard. They would surely give her some bad news. They never came for anything good, ever.
Mikaela Uriz!-
YOU ARE READING
How hard can reality be?
RandomDo you like cheerful stories about happiness? If the answer is affirmative, you'd better not read this book, which I'll try to make discouraging, but not enough to make my readers commit suicide. Pain, death, friendship and horror are what you will...
