The air was cold but the wind was calm, I was sitting on the dock over the quiet river. I decided to put my hat on because my hairless head was getting chilly. I still can’t believe I only have two weeks left or maybe even less, for all I know it might be five days or ten hours. I tend to over think things and all I can recon is what to do about all of the books I want to read, I could probably write a book bout them but then that would be another one I couldn’t read. I usually come here when I feel lonely; I don’t have many friends since I don’t go to school anymore.
I hear footsteps behind me; it’s probably my mom so I don’t move. The person sits next to me and I can see that she’s a girl but she’s not my mom. I turn my head and saw that she had red, orangish hair and stunning green eyes.
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Kay Joined: Apr-05-2011 |
Grace LeTouzel is a young new short story author. Her writings are witty, smart, comedic, and sarcastic. Her short story "Fall" is by far her best known work. The story about a young boy with cancer.
