Joseph's Tale (Part One) I don't really remember when we met. We were so small, adventuring into our strange world. I saw him every day pick up apples from the trees since he was three. His mother always came with him. "You are going to grow as a beautiful and strong man," she said to him every day. One day, at my age six. I was watching him from a bush practice with his sword master. He had practiced all day long. I had been sick, and the etching of mi nose got worse. "Who is there?" he asked pointing at my direction with his sword shaking. "I'm sorwy," I came out of my hiding place, and after that we became friends.
Five-Don't panic! –Said Mrs. Sanderson. But she was the first one freaking out and walking everywhere shaking her head like crazy. We were in a third floor and everyone was screaming like if the world was ending. Actually, it was ending, but just for us. You could see the gray smoke in the door windows. That meant we couldn't open it, because if we did, we would literally explode in fire flames. I looked around to find something useful, just something that could help us and then I caught my eyes with Dark Guy, Ian. I haven't spoken to him since yesterday, when he came to apologize in the girl's bathroom. He looked relaxed, like if he k
Four Kyle insisted that I didn't need to take him to his new therapy class. He told me he would check on her before and after the therapy session, so I could take the rest of the day free. I ended up taking a long bath. It felt so good to feel the water run through my body like that again, it was like the old days, spending hours in the bath. I went out of the bathroom with my hair dripping wet. I sat on my spinning chair and started spinning. What am I suppose to do now? I don't have many friends apart from Kyle. I knew some guys, but I didn't know if they would like to go out with me. I gave it a try and called on