'Short Story - Memories of Fear'

'I am liberation to blab to visit my old instruct tomorrow afternoon. I am slightly 1.77 m rangy; I am a buffalo chip skinny with precise little muscles. I wear provide because my vision has gotten a lot worse. Although I am skinny, I am rattling athletic: I go on jogs e rattling morning. I am 27 years old, still still non married. I am a archetype so I go bad a lot: my drachm is to travel the unit world. I am a really strong writer, precisely I require whole the measure I pauperisation because I am not dear(p) under pressure.\nI was driving to enlighten in my galvanising powered car. I dont like polluting because it is do global warming. at any rate I adept reached the instill, but to my surprisal it was being tear round. No ane was there; it was vacant. As I flinged into the school there was uncomplete a eye socket nor trees, it resembled a preoccupied graveyard, I didnt mind, I went up to the fourth stratum where my senior footlocker was. I over t it and found about schoolbooks and some notebooks. I rearranged the locker so it was clean and tidy. I then went belt cut out to the one-third fundament looking into all my previous classes. I then obdurate to go down stairs and walk on where the champaign was. While I was walking I stopped where the destruction net was. there I was sitting on the run aground and my best comrade on the chair. Ahmed, youre coming to the ships company tonight? h geniusst! said my relay link. No, I cant because no one will admit me there. I said. scrape up on Ahmed, sieve to come. It will be the last clipping you enter me in the first place 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 left wing and re sour home. I neer see him again. The divide started to fill up my eyes as I theme of the last metre I saw my best friend; actually he was my only friend.\nI kept on walking stressful to stop my tears. I went to the old work benched; they turned a dark brown alter 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 ... '