ｂｒｏｋｅｎ

By Amelia.

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Ah. The sharp broken pieces of clear daylight shines upon the glass on my bloody thumb.

" Are you alright?" asked a blonde hair freckled face woman, she had a bandage in her hand ready to place it on my wound. Around us I see faces, faces that looked a bit off sided, like half of their faces were ripped in half, as I slowly took off my glasses I saw where the glass came from...

"Close your eyes" said the freckled face lady, as I closed my eyes not caring why an "OWCH" shouted out of my mouth, blood screaming onto my thumb slowly a bandage covered most of the blood that didn't went free and the rest was wiped out by a clean tissue, sadly.

ｌａｔｅｒ．．

After that little accident at the play ground I was feeling a little bit..noticed, I'm usually the kid who don't get noticed much in class but, people seemed to care about me..weird. As our next lesson began I was gaved a letter by this tall boy in my class who had a desk right beside mine, the letter I was gaved said

＂ａｒｅ　ｙｏｕ　ｏ-

ｋａｙ,　ｔｈａｔ　ｇｌａｓｓ　ｗａｓ　ｒｅａｌｌｙ　ｄｅｅｐ　ｉｎ　ｙｏｕ　ｔｈｕｍｂ,　ｂｕｔ　ｈｏｗ　ｄｉｄ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｇｌａｓｓｅｓ　ｂｒｅａｋ?＂.. that was a question I couldn't answer..