I sat down at my desk, my eyes grazed across the room, every single pair of eyes in the classroom were on me. They weren't even trying to hide it. I'm sure they were waiting for me to break, start crying, I don't break don't cry and I never will. Mrs. Kean got up ready to teach the class, I got out of my seat and walked out of the class, no one stopped me. I walked through the gate to the private pond and pushed through the weeds intill the pond appeared in front of me. I looked at my reflection in the water, staring at my red hair that ran down my back. Will and i would sneak into this pond everyday after school and stare into the water, and everyday we would bring somthing to give to the river, an offering almost. We felt like the river owed us somthing.I took off my back pack and took out a pair of scissors, bringing them to my hair and cutting it all of. Then brought out Wills ashes from my back pack, it wasn't that hard to get it, the code to my parents safe is Wills birthday. I opened the box and poured the ashes into the river and watched it float down the river. Then closed the box, I would put it back when I got home.
"Hey, what are you doing back here, this is a private pond!"
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My Name Is Isla
Non-FictionA story about a girl and her road to recovery after a death in family. Though she rides the road a little bit differently.
