NAIRI

I opened the gate of the graveyard and hurried to my dad’s grave. There I knelt down and shaking I cried. I knew I shouldn’t have ran away from school. But I couldn’t face those people. Knowing that they’d gotten what they’d wanted. They’d taken away everything that brought me happiness. The way they always wanted. And I knew it was wrong but I hated them so. I pushed my hands into the dirt next to the grave and held the sand tightly, tearing the small pieces of grass that were still growing out of the ground.

“I’m so sorry, daddy. This is all my fault. It’s all my fault.”

I told my dad everything that happened.

“I should’ve known this would happen. Everyone always treats me this way. What would make him diffe...

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