I miss that too

That's my first story.
A non-fiction talking about my life , school , people and that type of things.
Being exile - and having swinging , fatal opportunities of whether I am going back this year or the next one - encouraged me to share this.
The story is hard to understand because it talks about my life , which is something I know more than any reader on this planet.
Too much drama + no cursing

Edit : I wrote that like 4 years ago, sorry for all the cringe