Little Skylarks [Parks]
Jan 12, 2014 10:17:49 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2014 10:17:49 GMT -5
Caren Flutterbird
I just finished school. Another test which I aced. Another day of torture from the kids at school. I have cold wet tear tracks down my cheeks as I go to a little area I found recently where no one else knows about. I curl myself up into a ball and cry. I don't want to but I can't stop. The reaping is soon and I have to be strong. I told myself time and time again. It never works.
My breathing heavy I start to stop crying. I feel the cold tear tracks on my face. I uncurl from my fetal position. Everything is going to be all right. I tell myself.
