a wallflowers memoir
I went to school, on a beautiful june morning. It was a day like any other day. We studied and I remember it was a fun day because we had biology classes, one of my favourite subject in school. I recall stepping inside our taxy in a rush because the driver always drove off before we even got to shut the door. We drove for a while, when we came to our street the driver indiscreetly said our grandparent been involved in a horrible accident. True...