Now that’s something to cry about.Īpparently, Mrs. Ya think this is bad, try dealing with the fact that half of your friends are either dead, abandoned you, or have no way of contacting you, your girlfriend is never to be seen again, and you’re a freak to your own kind. Jameson read about the little girl crying over her dead friend. “ ‘… But Mama,’ She said, more scared than she was than ever in her life, ‘Mama we have to go or else the will come!’” I flipped to the next page along with the class simultaneously, rolling my eyes. I was too scared I would wake up everyone and the last thing I wanted was to get everyone up at four in the morning, so I just laid in bed, glancing at the ceiling. I only had a few hours of sleep before I woke up screaming bloody murder from the top of my lungs and being too scared to fall back asleep, just lying there in my now spacious bedroom. And then I would just be sent to the some doctor to test my mental health-Who would believe that a thirteen year old boy went into war?- and everyone would outcast me. Of course, if I do that, I’d end up screaming in the classroom from the haunting memories of war- even some small daydream could end up like that. This book was so long and boring that I was just about ready to fall asleep. There was still another hour until school was over and I had to pick up Boots, my little sister, from the preschool down the block. I groaned after taking a glance at the clock for the fourteenth time. “No! the girl ran to her friend, crying…”.
Jameson continued reading a story about some little girl in the eighteen hundreds out loud as we followed along with the book. “… The girl ran across the field, trying to get to the wagon before they did.” Mrs. In fact, I am in history right now, sitting in the back seat in the back corner, hoping that I do not get called to read. Surprisingly, I caught up with the school work during the summer and got to go to the middle school, but even then I still get confused with history. It seems that everyone is doing fine since we moved to my Uncle’s everyone except for me. My father and mother both work, my sister Boots is just learning how to read, and my other sister Lizzie is the smartest girl in the fifth grade right now. So much has happened in a year, starting with the thousand dollars that Vikus gave us. One year since I saw Luxa, the young queen of Regalia. One year since I was known as the chosen one, treated like a person other than some outcast. It’s been about a year since I said the words “fly high”.
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