Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTYLOOKINGat colleges is hard. Especially when you don't even know what you want to do with your life. Talking with Mr. Williams helped me realize that I should really take back control of my life and start preparing for my future. But that's the thing. How am I supposed to prepare for the future when I don't know what I'm preparing myself for?
Huling Na-update: 2020-11-04
Chapter: CHAPTER NINETEENIinhale the calming scent of salt water as I stand by the pier. School ended about an hour ago and instead of going home I find myself here, watching as the water overlaps in small waves, glistening in the sun. I probably shouldn't be here right now, considering what happened the last time I was at the pier but I needed somewhere to clear my mind and the pier is o
Huling Na-update: 2020-10-30
Chapter: CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Istep out of my car, shutting the door behind me, and slowly approach the entrance to the school. It's my first time coming here since the incident and I didn't know how everyone would react to me being back knowing what I tried to do a few weeks ago. Fortunately for me, this isn't some cliché high school movie and the most I get are stares as I
Huling Na-update: 2020-10-21
Chapter: CHAPTER SEVENTEEN IT'sthe wednesday before Thanksgiving and the kitchen is littered with plastic bags containing a plethora of ingredients, one of them being a massive turkey. "Oh, you're up!" My mother smiles in surprise as she walks into the kitchen, holding a stack of aluminum trays.
Huling Na-update: 2020-10-07
Chapter: CHAPTER SIXTEEN "HOWare you feeling today, Ms. Parker?" Dr. Barnes sits in her usual white loveseat, asking the same question that by now, I'm tired of being asked. It's my second to last day here and my last counseling session. "Same as always." I sigh, slumping into the sofa. I hate having to attend these sessions with a passion but since I'm leaving in a da
Huling Na-update: 2020-09-29
Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTEEN BOREDOMhas become my worst enemy. I stare out of the window located at the far end of the room, only to be met with a brick wall that hides whatever view is on the other side. I pay no mind to the knock on the door–probably from one of the nurses dropping off my evening meal. The room is deafeningly silent except for the sound of the second hand tickin
Huling Na-update: 2020-09-28
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