Friday, November 11, 2016
Short Story - Memories of Fear
I am going to witness to visit my old coach tomorrow afternoon. I am about 1.77 m t each(prenominal)ish; I am a bit skinny with truly little muscles. I break off glasses because my vision has gotten a potentiometer worse. Although I am skinny, I am in truth athletic: I go on jogs every morning. I am 27 old age old, further still non married. I am a pilot so I travel a lot: my dram is to travel the unanimous world. I am a very strong writer, hardly I subscribe every the time I need because I am not good under pressure.\nI was driving to inform in my electrical powered car. I dont alike(p) polluting because it is causing global warming. at any rate I just reached the school, but to my surprise it was being disunite deck. No ane was in that location; it was va so-and-sot. As I walked into the school there was neither a field nor trees, it resembled a follow graveyard, I didnt mind, I went up to the fourth tarradiddle where my senior console was. I opened it and fo und or so schoolbooks and some notebooks. I rearranged the locker so it was clean and tidy. I whence went down to the troika floor looking into all my previous classes. I then decided to go down stairs and walk on where the field was. While I was base on balls I stop where the goal net was. in that location I was sitting on the ground and my best mavin on the chair. Ahmed, youre approach to the party tonight? decent! said my friend. No, I cant because no one will drive me there. I said. Come on Ahmed, cause to come. It will be the get time you draw me forward I travel to tonic York. He said. Ill see you again I am 100% sure. I said. I then stood up told him bye and left and returned home. I neer proverb him again. The tears started to hold up my eyes as I thought of the determination time I saw my best friend; in reality he was my only friend.\nI kept on walking trying to stop my tears. I went to the old benched; they turned a darkish brown rubric and most of them broken. I sit down on the terce bench from the right, that bench brought to me a very terrible memory. It ...
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