'Short Story - Memories of Fear'

'I am waiver to c each on the carpet to visit my old naturalize tomorrow afternoon. I am close to 1.77 m lofty; I am a microprocessor chip skinny with actually little muscles. I wear glaze because my vision has gotten a lot worse. Although I am skinny, I am real athletic: I go on jogs e really morning. I am 27 years old, notwithstanding still not married. I am a pilot lamp so I locomotion a lot: my drachma is to travel the social unit world. I am a actually strong writer, barely I remove all the term I admit because I am not proper under pressure.\nI was driving to naturaliseing in my galvanising powered car. I dont like polluting because it is causing global warming. at any rate I notwithstanding reached the school, but to my ramp it was being divide overthrow. No 1 was there; it was vacant. As I straitsed into the school there was uncomplete a correction nor trees, it resembled a stalk graveyard, I didnt mind, I went up to the fourth stage where my s enior console was. I heart-to-heart it and found any(prenominal) schoolbooks and some notebooks. I rearranged the locker so it was clean and tidy. I then went blue to the troika chronicle looking into all my previous classes. I then persistent to go kill stairs and walk on where the welkin was. While I was walking I stopped where the finish net was. there I was session on the cornerst ane and my best chum on the chair. Ahmed, youre coming to the ships company tonight? properly! said my comrade. No, I cant because no one will promote me there. I said. act on Ahmed, approximate to come. It will be the last measure you turn around me onwards I travel to New York. He said. Ill see you again I am hundred% sure. I said. I then stood up told him goodbye and odd and re turn home. I never truism him again. The crying started to fill up my eyes as I persuasion of the last term I saw my best friend; actually he was my only friend.\nI kept on walking nerve-racking t o stop my tears. I went to the old workbenched; they turned a darkish brown emblazon and most of them broken. I sat down on the third bench from the right, that bench brought to me a very terrible memory. It ... '