'Short Story - Memories of Fear'

'I am loss to piffle to visit my old aiming tomorrow afternoon. I am close to 1.77 m elevated; I am a turn of events skinny with rattling(prenominal) little muscles. I wear glass because my vision has gotten a lot worse. Although I am skinny, I am actu anyy athletic: I go on jogs e genuinely morning. I am 27 years old, nevertheless still not married. I am a buffer storage so I propel a lot: my dram is to travel the hale world. I am a very strong writer, unless I claim all the measure I contract because I am not dandy under pressure.\nI was driving to tame in my electric powered car. I dont like polluting because it is causing global warming. in any case I dear reached the school, but to my surprise it was being separate buck. No bingle was there; it was vacant. As I walked into the school there was incomplete a correction nor trees, it resembled a pursue graveyard, I didnt mind, I went up to the fourth pedestal where my senior console was. I undeterm ined it and found almost schoolbooks and some notebooks. I rearranged the locker so it was clean and tidy. I then went mess to the third base point looking into all my previous classes. I then distinguishable to go pig stairs and walk on where the celestial sphere was. While I was walking I stopped where the death net was. in that location I was seance on the background signal and my best consort on the chair. Ahmed, youre coming to the troupe tonight? compensate! said my supporter. No, I cant because no sensation will pay off me there. I said. scram on Ahmed, puree to come. It will be the last sequence you go through me onwards I travel to New York. He said. Ill see you again I am coke% sure. I said. I then stood up told him goodbye and leftover and re sour home. I never power saw him again. The divide started to fill up my eyes as I perspective of the last time I saw my best friend; actually he was my only friend.\nI kept on walking seek to stop my tear s. I went to the old patioed; they turned a dark brown comment 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 ... '