Chapter 28
I feel like going back to America is the worst day of my life. Of course, I'm exaggerating it. But that's what I feel. It's like I'm coming to my day of death, or where my heart will be smashed into a million of pieces again.
My parents see my hesitation as we all walk across the hallway along with the other human species. Yes, being in France for a couple of days did something to me. My parents would like to stay more, but they have a job, and I have school. Which sucks, really. They have come to terms not to extend our stay. In fact, we were supposed to stay for a few more days, according to my mother, but that plan was like just a wind. It was gone. It was just a draft, and father's reasons were valid.
Assignments and lessons and stuff were sent to my email, and believe me
