J. Sanders, 10 lutego 2012
I sit on a brown bean bag chair, watching Tomy play Final Fantasy X. The four walls follows the pattern of blue, yellow, blue, yellow and the television sits in front of a blue wall. There are stickers and pictures on the closet doors. A cat, a snake, the joker, all look down at me in my seat. A mac (... więcej)
J. Sanders, 10 lutego 2012
The Ride Home
If she says one more thing about my “F” I swear I’m going to murder her in her sleep. I’ve only been out of school for a few minutes and Mom is already busting my chops. Doesn’t she know that math is my toughest subject? She should, I mean I told her. She knows I can’t multiply (... więcej)
J. Sanders, 10 lutego 2012
The hacking came from everywhere in the hospital where I laid in my gown. A curtain separated me from the room, but I could tell that the walls were white. The mint green curtains held up by bright silver metal billowed when someone walked by, giving me glimpses of other rusted cots.
Nurse Claire, (... więcej)
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