S H O RT S TO R I E S F R O M T H E G LO B A L C LA S S R O O M |
2014
The idea that it is time to leave is crossing my mind, after I regain consciousness thinking that all of this might have
been just a dream. I close the door behind me as I carefully walk down the stairs. I make my way outside to where
my parents are standing. They are asking me what took so long; I reply, with a smiley face, that freeing the ghosts was
not that easy peasy … but after entering the car I look once more at the school and hear myself whispering ‘Farewell
my dear friends … R.I.P.!’
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