[ON HOLD] 36 Students in a Classroom

[ON HOLD] 36 Students in a Classroom

  • WpView
    LETTURE 3,024,430
  • WpVote
    Voti 116,940
  • WpPart
    Parti 18
WpMetadataReadIn corso1h 54m
WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione ven, lug 10, 2015
WpInfo
Narrativa
Temi sociali
Update: This story has been discontinued. - I am terribly sorry. Your mother lied to you. She told you that you were unique, and that as a teenager you have a whole bunch of options you can choose from to determine who you want to be. She must have been high. Look, I'm going to tell you this honestly. Somewhere out there in this floating sphere of green and blue, there's a person who acts just like you. It's the combinations of different personalities - which eventually lead up to an actual human being - that makes us all unique. But it can't hurt to find out where your personality stems from, right? Wanna know who you are? I'll help you out. There are 36 students in my classroom. Which one are you?
Tutti i diritti riservati
#275
2013
WpChevronRight
Entra a far parte della più grande comunità di narrativa al mondoFatti consigliare le migliori storie da leggere, salva le tue preferite nella tua Biblioteca, commenta e vota per essere ancora più parte della comunità.
Illustration

Potrebbe anche piacerti

  • Release Me
  • Atlantis Academy: The First Element
  • Mated To The Dragon✔(COMPLETED)
  • Fix Me, I'm Broken
  • Freaks
  • Everything Has Changed
  • Control Me (book 1)
  • Awkward
  • 𝕳𝖚𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖘, 𝕳𝖚𝖍
  • The Dark Witch: The Nox Haven Series

Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017 A promotion. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie. I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans? **** The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself. Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees. He knows who I am. He knows how I look like. He knows where I work so possible knows where I live. I am not safe anymore... no where. While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men. I should run. I should try to fight. But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it? I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me. Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one. With that I let the darkness consume me.

Più dettagli
WpActionLinkLinee guida sui contenuti