At the funeral, little attended. Some teachers were there, the principal, the school doctor, John's dad, and some students from school, including Seraphina. Including me. When I entered back to my school dorm that day, tears filled up my eyes. Didn't his death all happen because of me? Who was I to cry?...
But I'm married now. I have a son and daughter, but to this day, I still think of John whenever I look down at the ground. How did he feel those days? How lonely did he feel? What were his thoughts?
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Eyes Down And Away
Short StoryArlo finds an app that allows him to write entries in his own online diary, why not give it a chance? Why not write about a certain classmate who is always in his mind? !! WARNING: This is a short story that was made at 1 AM...it was also my second...
