I remember very vividly. The glaring stares that were focused on me when I first stepped foot into the class. It was a very foreign experience. The dilemma of choosing where to seat was suffocating my brain. I had chosen that spot that was somehow abandoned and filled with stale air. It was my first fateful encounter with someone that would eventually be one of my enemy. He was friendly, he was kind. Most importantly, he was exciting. I clearly remember the unforgettable and interesting moments we had. Those memories would be etched in my mind forever. I was 11, I was naive. I learned the hard way.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Cold
ContoHumans only learn when they fall. I need my ray of light. I will find it.
