Days have passed by, and the word hatred is on my mind. Sadness in my eyes and my heart filled with sorrow. Why is this happening to me? Does friendship even matter? These questions I seek to answer.
My legs are too weak to stand, and my strength and energy has almost disappeared, submerging down to the bottom of the sea.
As I saunter home from school, someone tapped my right shoulder. I observe the shadow of a person behind me. I was startle with horror. The person had a immense hoodie and his shows were red. His face was a mystery.
I began to quiver. I turned back to the direction I was walking in, and started to run. Pounding up the path to my front door, I realised my door had been knocked down. I searched inside and scanned my eyes. Everything was damaged and thrown wildly. I screamed out my mums name but there was no reply. My mum was gone...
I lost her... Panick rushed through my body. What do I do now? Where is my mum? These questions I seek to answer..
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Short StoryAnnabeth is a 12 year old country girl who often got bullied. She was depressed and lonely. Her friends back stabbed her and betrayed her. "The world is so unfair." Annabeth said. But something strange happened on the 18th of August 2009. She lost h...
