Lack Of
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Jade Wood, Grade 10
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Short Story
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2013
I was a dragon filled with a fierce fire fuelled by faulty friendship. Lost in a world that I knew so well I. I trampled down the congested corridor. I could feel the eyes on me like laser beams tracking me down the hallway. Steaming like a locomotive I ran outside, away from the calamity and into the pelting rain. The droplets seemed to sizzle and steam as they hit my skin. I looked for an escape somewhere to hide in solitude but I found no way to escape my demons. I pondered the idea of death, but drastic actions call for by dramatic times. This was the last resort but the last time I could bear to feel this sorrow. The stagnate sky showed no mercy and the rain continued to fall. I too was not going anywhere and I to will show no mercy but to myself for now…