I sat outside his room all night.
I silently shifted from reality and dreams as I sat on the ground and rested my head against the closed door. I didn't relax until I finally heard the soft, stead breathing of sleep from Michael.
I replayed the whole incident tonight in my head. The window. Rushing to fix up his lip. The dash back upstairs. He told me to get some sleep, but truth be told, I couldn't rest a wink. He didn't know that I was so protective of him to stay outside his door, but he must have been exausted, obviously. I looked down the dark hallway and thought about how servere that window was. Things always happened like that in this place...but never that terrifying.
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"1,2,3 NOT IT!" I yelled. "Hey, uy hey...that's not fair." Michael fake pouted.
"Haha...yes it is!" I giggled and ran off the back porch and into the surrounding woods. The patter of feet behind me kept me running. I knew he was right behind me. I dashed around a puno root and turned my head around quickly. I didn't see him behind me anymore. I knew I hadn't Nawawala him because I heard the footsteps behind me a segundo ago.
I stopped and stared. The sky was getting really dark, like it was about to rain.
Then something touched my shoulder.
"AGHH!" I squealed and whipped around. Michael was leaning against a puno behind me laughing. "Hey, that's payback for your cat."
After I recovered from shock, I began to laugh. "That was mean." I smiled. We decided after breakfast this morning to have some fun. Michael really was just a kid on the inside, alot like me.
Rain began to fall, and Michael grabbed my hand. "Come on, let's go back inside."
He gave me his dyaket and I held it over my head to keep myself dry.
"Thanks." I sinabi greatfully, and suprised he took my hand. We ran back together.
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Aww, how sweet(:♥ Haha. Part 6 coming soon, and it's not gonna be this pretty. *Mysterious voice* Bwahahaha. Lol.
I been Pagsulat for a long time I pag-ibig Pagsulat i still do but at a point in your life you start to lose faith about what u doing. You see I Nawawala faith because people didn't read my stories like they use too. i feel like i was not good enough to write stories anymore. But then i thought back i kept on thinking and sinabi to myself i could make stories that are so great people recoginze. I truley am a writer but don't u hate when your mom or dad read your story and u will have a curse in there and
she/he will be like don't put cussing in ur story. And your like but mom/dad its only a story and the character sinabi it not me but your the creator of the story. Your the one who made its like u saying the curse word because YOU are the may-akda of your story.well im finish here Pagsulat this artikulo . I think im get alot of comments on this artikulo surprise me.
she/he will be like don't put cussing in ur story. And your like but mom/dad its only a story and the character sinabi it not me but your the creator of the story. Your the one who made its like u saying the curse word because YOU are the may-akda of your story.well im finish here Pagsulat this artikulo . I think im get alot of comments on this artikulo surprise me.
