The need for a release
Harry
I get to class late, and the professor gives me an annoyed look as he sees me walking in. He doesn't say anything to me or anything, but I know he is thinking of what to write on my paper for being tardy.
I walk into the room and sit at my desk, next to my best friend, Rebecca. She looks upset and I worry about her. I mean I always worry about her; she is like a sister to me. Her mother passed away seven months ago, and she hasn't really moved on from it. It was hard on her, and it was hard on me. I worried about her every single minute, and I tried to help her through it. We grew up together and were practically raised by each other. Growing up in a small town with little or no opportunities, things were tough for us.
I like to think that made us stronger.