Platabush Stories

//奔跑後的落葉// bēn pǎo hòu de lùo yè ** I looked through the clear glass of the classroom, hoping to see him. The wind was becoming a lot stronger now. My classmates looked at me weird when I exit the classroom without a word. A storm was brewing. I can't lose him, not again. ** translation: leaves falling after running ** I obviously don't own Minecraft or Monster School. Cover image isn't mine, credits to the talented artist. The only thing I own is this story.