I stand in front of his desk, the back of his chair facing me, my hands are shaking. I’ve waited 5 years for this moment, all I need is for him to turn around. I rap my knuckles on the desk - no response.
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I twitch and all of a sudden jerk awake. Drenched in cold sweats my nightdress clings to me. The moonlight
The Walk By: Jimmy My walk home from school is an opportunity To think about the day that
Cold, fast, fresh the water from the stream gives one a brief respite. It is a remnant of an almost