Posted by: wachiturro2000 | 16/10/2012

On My Own

It was midnight, a dark and rainy day, everybody was quiet and no one was courageous enough to talk because everything had changed too much. Joe was looking through the window while I was writing this story on the computer. He turned around and looked at me .

– What are you  doing Sophie? He asked me.

– I’m writing an e-mail to my mother. I must tell her that I’m not going home this month. I said.

In fact I didn’t tell him the truth. I wanted to write about that on my own without help without anyone giving me their opinion because no one knew how things had happened as I knew.

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