WordsWords,They're all I hear everyday.The same words thatI've come accustomed to.The very same boring wordsthat I can't stand any longer,without feeling sick to my stomachevery single time I hear them.But,without those wordsthere is nothing but,Silence.
Chapter3finding afriend in himChapter 3: Finding a Friend in HimI awoke to find myself in a bed in and unfamiliar room. With an ice pack on my head and a wrenching headache. I got out of the bed to find a nurse sitting at a desk across the room. She was working on paper work and did not notice me get up."Excuse me Miss, but where am I?" I asked. She looked up from what she was doing with a shocked expression."Oh, you're awake. You're in the infirmary, sweetie."'Sweetie? What's with this lady?' I thought looking at her with a weird look."Uh, what's an infirmary?" I asked."A nurse's office," she answered."Oh, and why am I here? I forgot." I said stupidly to the poor nurse. Annoyed the nurse answered,"You fell earlier and passed out. But thanks to a student here, you we're rushed here right after your fall to get medical attention.""Do you know the student's name?" I asked her. I could see that my questions were annoying her."I think his name was Ly Mallow.""Thank you . . ." I replied. 'Ly Mallow. . . .