December 15, 2009
This day was special—and different. We had our Christmas Party in the afternoon. I picked Katherine Rouge for the exchange of gifts. I never thought she would be SweetRed, though her surname gave me already a hint.
Strange thing happened—when I get to have contact with her hand, my head hurt and I got dizzy. And for a second, I felt like as if my hand was strucked by a lightning bolt and felt warmer. But when I looked at her, she was calm, and asked if I was fine.
She didn't felt it.
~M.E.G.
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The Vial
Historical FictionFire-everywhere. All I see is that fire burning mercilessly a house which I have no idea to whom it belongs... Yet I find myself crying, sobbing even when I wake; too weak to move. This nightmare kept on haunting me ever since I went back home here...
