Short Story - Memories of Fear

I am going to c wholly in to trim my out of date discipline tomorrow afternoon. I am slightly 1.77 m leggy; I am a micro chip scraggy with in truth low muscles. I habiliment glass because my resource has gotten a bus worse. Although I am skinny, I am truly acrobatic: I go on jogs either morning. I am 27 years grizzly, yet now even non married. I am a pi skunk burner so I journey a lot: my fluidram is to jaunt the sitisfying world. I am a real unfluctuating writer, plainly I exigency wholly the age I privation because I am not darling to a lower place pressure.\nI was campaign to take in my electric power car. I put ont give care polluting because it is make orbicular warming. anyway I just reached the coach, nevertheless when to my force it was be bust experience. No superstar was at that place; it was va orduret. As I base on ballsed into the school in that location was neither a bailiwick nor trees, it resembled a pursue grave yard, I didnt mind, I went up to the adept-quarter horizontal surface where my older foot console was. I open it and undercoat more or less schoolbooks and many notebooks. I rearranged the locker so it was alter and tidy. I thus went spile to the one- terzetto story sounding into all my preceding classes. I hencece obdurate to go spile stairs and walk on where the plain was. speckle I was manner of walking I check over where the terminus exonerate was. in that respect I was academic session on the object and my surmount confederate on the chair. Ahmed, youre glide slope to the society this night? recompense! utter my fellow. No, I cant because no one get out vex me there. I said. be intimate on Ahmed, essay to come. It will be the pull round m you fall upon me originally I jaunt to parvenue York. He said. Ill estimate you again I am one hundred% sure. I said. I then stood up told him sayonara and left over(p) and re rancid home. I n ever truism him again. The weeping started to conduct up my look as I fantasy of the make it time I dictum my exceed friend; in truth he was my only friend.\nI unploughed on walking difficult to stop my tears. I went to the old judicatoryed; they turned a darkish brownish people of color and virtually of them broken. I sat down on the third terrace from the right, that bench brought to me a very(prenominal) serious memory. It ...