What was I thinking? I’ve ruined my life. The pictures on my room appear vaguer like I’ve known nothing other than this feeling. My innocent smile burst through that picture. I was so young, so naive and so innocent. Grasping one of the wooden frames just filled my body with regret. What is wrong with me? Tears fall on the frame. I just wish I could go back. Do everything differently. Only wishing and regret reminds me of how I ruined my life so fast.
It was one very early morning. I got up and did my chores as I usually did and took a bath. I grab my books and head for the front door.
“Olivia, you’re up early again” my younger sister whined. She rubbed her eyes and let out a yawn.
“I know, I have to go early to the library because I have
It was one very early morning. I got up and did my chores as I usually did and took a bath. I grab my books and head for the front door.
“Olivia, you’re up early again” my younger sister whined. She rubbed her eyes and let out a yawn.
“I know, I have to go early to the library because I have