บททั้งหมดของ Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

“I fathom it is more convenient to talk to me in the dining, not in my room, Harriet.” Tyler sat down on his favorite chair with ago in his favorite tea in his room after dinner. I pursed my lips and clasped my hands together, sitting on the long sofa in front of him. I don’t know where to start. I just thought about my life being wrecked and if I broke Andrea down, it would be a wrecker. If I have the silent-treatment type when I’m mad at someone, she, on the other hand, the pissing off until the end-type of act. I remember back when I’m ten and she was seven, she asked me to give an excuse letter to her elementary teacher because she has a stomachache, I forgot to give it but told her I gave it, so the next day when she went to class she found out and she went to my classroom and pushed all of my buttons that day where my classmates where watching, and my teacher too, they can’t do anything. I hate myself for forgetting to give that letter.So, if I had to choose whom to save fir

I don’t mind giving up the farmhouse, at least I know that whoever would live here would be responsible enough and could take care of the house and love it. I couldn’t protest Tyler if he thought the owner of this house fits Andrea more than I did, I myself saw how this house was from the beginning and gave up more than a few times, I wouldn’t be able to fix the water or lights without him asking for Neneuis and others’ help. So today, I’m going to the attic and finding out more about myself. I called it a secret door because it was hidden, I turned on the yellow light, and boxes with a cloth full of dust welcomed me. On the side was the box we opened, the one Azi and Lea were on the top and the other four were the first one I found full of baby clothes. Because I’m the only person here anyway, Andrea went to school, I surrendered my time to cleaning over the attic. This house was larger than I think. I touched the neck of the broken guitar and black spiders crawled away, I tried n

I have changed. I feel like I grew taller and my outlook in life changed, I've become garrulous and my body was more defined than it ever was. Before the night ended, I received a frantic call from Hayley; Tyler and Tiffany drove me to school and I never expected I would watch some burning again after I burned my stepfather's car. Hayley said it was an accident. Morning arrived and I walked on the street to the gates of my school and read the names of those who died at the gate. Abigail, Mikee, Charlotte, Jolina, Lizette, Jamie Ann... to name a few. All these unfamiliar faces passed my sight. They were burned alive and I could hear their cries of pain even after here. Would I die too if I came to the party? A small smile formed on my lips; a part of me sighed in relief but a part of me also regretted it. The former thought I still have a lot to do so I need to live while the latter sulked in the corner with her hands on her face. But hey, at least they die happy. "Hey, you're

There's nothing more hurtful than thinking no one sided with you and your friend whom you think wouldn't do something terrible would do something terrible. She may be in a hard time right now because no one's believing in her. I ran to the stairs to my room and locked the door.I fished my phone in my pocket and hit her with a text. It's almost midnight, and the sky's clear and dark and seemed too far away. I knew that there would always be a chance to save Hayley, and that chance was now because if I didn’t fight with her, what kind of friends are we? Sure thing we don't hang out as much as most friends do, but she's been thoughtful and cheerful and treated me as a friend in school. I tried to be as silent as possible on opening the balcony's window, I'm trying to sneak out but I don't want them to think I sneak out I want them to think that I've been up in my room crying because they hurt my feelings. Maybe I want them to feel remorse. When the wind rushed through me, I inhale

What's wrong with people being selfish and mean? Can't they just be nice to each other? What kind of upbringing did they acquire? I used to be mean too and selfish, but I learned the hard way that there's nothing I'll gain there. I won't meet real friends, have bonded with wolves, and then find myself. I won't be going to move on. I'm still going to be stuck on that moment where everything tastes bitter, and I feel like crying all the time. But with the thought of my other friend being dead, I contemplate that thought of mine. It's still unknown whether Hayley was at fault for the fire, but everyone's blaming her, though, everyone except me. Arnold killed Hayley, started the fire, and started to rebel. He's an ugly murderer. He should rot in hell! "Harriet! You're sick! Where are you going?"I stopped in my tracks when Tyler called me. We're at the back part of Hayley's residence, and a bu