The sound of students slamming their lockers shut drowned the hallway. 5, 36, 21. I put in my locker combination, opened it, and sighed. "Hey Bi! We finally graduated from High School, huh? Good luck in College babe!" some girl said to me. I didn't bother to turn around and look at who it was. I didn't even care actually. I wish her good luck in ( Read more... )

"Anh Son!" she yelled. The boy who was called for responded with a chuckle. He picked the little girl up and spun around. The girl giggled and screamed uncontrollably. The boy got dizzy and fell down, causing both of the children to roll around and pant for air. "Bi, don't ever leave me." The girl was too young to understand or remember what he ( Read more... )

I'm going to write a new story.
And it's going to be based on my life.

I'm naming it Innocence.

I'll write it after I post in the YunChun community about my hiatus from it.

Finally, a break.

This school week has been so.. slow.

Two days of sleep/rest. Thank God.

Then I can get back on track and do good in school again. D

LOL SHIT.

D:

My dad found the journal thing and read the whole entry about the vietnam trip.

He was like

"What the fuck?"

Shiiiiiiiit. >____________________________>

School started today.

It's so boring.
But I'm gonna try my best.
I want to get good grades so I can go back to Vietnam again.

OMGGG I'M HAPPY AGAIN.

Anh Son just called me.

Anh: "Hello Bi?"
Bi: "Hi Anh Son."
Anh: "How are you."
Bi: "I'm good."
Anh: "It's been so lonely sleeping without you these past few nights."
Bi: "Same here."
Anh: "Well school is tommorow for you so you should get some rest."
Bi: "Yeah."
Anh: "Bye. I love you."
Bi: "I love you too Anh Son."

I can't sleep.

I miss having the mosquito net over me.
I miss hearing the loud, noisy trucks at night lulling me to sleep.
I miss sleeping on the small cotton mattress.
I miss having Anh Son next to me.

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