The Sun shine of the Sun rise reflects on my glasses making me stop drawling and look up to the sky.
The cold crisp of the air I breathe in from my chapy-lipped mouth feels harsh and tense in my lungs. I quickly breathe the cold air out regretting the decision that made me shiver from the
inside out.
I dare to look up in the windy cold and before my sore eyes closed I saw the sea of molten lead and a branch of a saddened cherry tree.
"¡Elí!" a Hispanic voice called out from the white place.
Ms.Mendez.
I struggle to look behind me from the high chair I panicked when I saw she was close behind me and almost dropped my glasses along with the drawling pad but I manage to catch them both with my trusty practice of hand reflexes over my free time.
I put my glasses back on and hurriedly open my PANIC AT THE DISCO bag. Managing to fit my drawling pad between my already- ready bulky pencil and pen cases. The cold zip disrupted my anxious aura and made itself struggling.
That's when I felt hands gripping my wheel chair handles and rolling me away from the gray cherry tree.
I scolded myself quietly for forgetting to lock the wheels.
"¿Que estás hacienda?"
which means what are you doing in the most lovable languages.
I rather have someone talk insults to me in that language in replace in the language that spits out of everyone's mouths in that white place : the language of death.
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