Joanna Miller
Ghost
Former Gryffindor
. x . Let the rain fall . x .
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Post by Joanna Miller on Apr 7, 2007 20:02:44 GMT
I read the letter again, and again and again. This was not happening. This was not fair. This was not happening. "NO!" I yell, kicking out at the stone wall in front of me. "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! THIS ISN'T HAPPENING!" I sink down against the stone. It was happening. It was real. I rest my head against the cold stone of the owlery tower and wait for my heart to stop beating in my throat and my eyes to stop stinging. They didn't though, my eyes stung more until tears were flowing freely down my cheeks and I was choking on my own sobs. "NO!" I scream again, my voice muffled by my own salty tears. "NO!" Then I can't speak anymore and end up, drawing my knees up to my chest and hugging them tightly, crying and crying and crying. This was not happening.
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Post by Hannah Pettigrew on Apr 8, 2007 3:12:26 GMT
I walk into the owlery to mail a letter to my mom and i notice a girl on the floor crying. I didnt know her but i decided totry to confront her.I walk up an dkneel beside her. "Are you ok?" "Do you want to talk about it?"
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Joanna Miller
Ghost
Former Gryffindor
. x . Let the rain fall . x .
Posts: 617
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Post by Joanna Miller on Apr 8, 2007 8:10:27 GMT
I shake my head quickly, incapable of doing anything but crying and bury my head in my knees. I didn't know if I knew this girl or not, I couldn't see her through my own tears.
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