This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are actual research, references, and accurate details intended to be used fictitiously and objectively. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
The month of December.
I can't believe high school will be over
Graduation. I can see it now...
Many, many rows of people, so many emotions will be manifested
out of one room that will be housing them all.
Tears of joy,
Tears of sadness.
Those kind of tears will be rolling off the end of our eyelids, down towards our lips.
I could taste it now...
and yet so...
The bell goes off as the school day just ends.
Thinking about graduation is the least of my worries.
Thinking ahead is one thing, but moving ahead is hard to do as I,
freeze from the sight of,
Thinking about what I should do...
I began sprinting towards the back of the main school building,
there is a locked door that I know of,
a door that I could only open.
The door opens, as I walk out, the cold air takes over the warmth of my body.
All I see in front of me is a frozen desert. A wasteland covered with snow.
My homeland is frozen, my heart is frozen.