Portia
Today was my last day of writing and i had planned on going to look for my dad tomorrow but since Tuesday i have been feeling his pain and hearing his cries for help each time i closed my eyes. Then i saw an animal in one of my visions, he spoke in a voice that was not so far off from my dad and was asking me to save them. He was whimpering and whining. I wanted to leave and go look for him there and then but i couldn't leave without writing my last paper because he would have been pissed if i did. He would be so mad like i had committed murder because his always preaching about education. But today was different from the morning, i had a high temperature as a result i wore a short sleeve shirt to school. Then from there when we were writing in class the thing got worse that my tea
