…the art of story telling…
I could hear the noise of her pain. A slow wailing sound that rips through the silence. I knew in that moment that she needed me. “I’m coming.” Was all I said. I drove to her house in a record time and as soon as I saw her face, I saw the hopeless look […]
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I never liked going to school, always boring. I do like learning new things, but maybe without all the people there, the teachers are ok, some better than others, I like the ones that say I’m smart. Most of the students are no one I want to be friends with. The exception is Sonja. She […]
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words by ilina 