Forgiveness
Sajdaa Taha Walking down the pavement, I felt each step weigh more than the last, my shoulders heavy. School had been dreadful as always, and with my lack of concentration, I was even more annoyed than usual. The constant tests and quizzes kept me awake late at night along with all my other thoughts about the killer. All those moments where he followed me, his hoodie covering everything, and that gun that pointed directly at Malik pierced me in ways I'd never known. I sighed, continuing the long walk home. Life could be rough sometimes and I knew it first handedly, but for once, I wondered what it would be like to get away from all the stress and drama. For once, what would it feel like to be a normal teen that didn't have to fear for her life? The killer had something personal against
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