For me it is hard enough to even show or have emotion, let alone fall in love. Then I met him, his name was Jared. He was ridiculously sweet, even when I didn’t laugh at his jokes. He didn’t seem to care that I didn’t show emotion.
There is a tree, it is a golden birch tree. This tree is in the middle of nowhere. Most people who live in the town next to the tree will go to this specific tree.
It was white all around. I go through a hallway that seems like it doesn’t end. It is full of brown doors each with a different colored knob. I know that the deeper I go, the darker the hallway would seem to be.
Just a normal Friday, I’ve spent my entire day here, at my house, because of covid-19, I can only go to school two days a week. I hate it, every part of it, I wish it could just be normal.
I am fourteen years old And my life has changed For better or for worse. Though, in all honesty, Aren’t all changes good changes? I want to think so, But I can’t anymore.
I paced around my tiny bedroom for the thousandth time, feeling bored beyond reckoning. Why did my idiotic classmates have to have come down with Covid?