By Firdaus Parvez
Despite her numb fingers from the cold, she managed to write a perfect ‘A’ with a red crayon. The little yellow chair was uncomfortable and she needed to go to the washroom, but was afraid to ask.
A large window framed a breathtaking sight of the mountains, but her eyes only sought the patch where a large fire blazed. on a slope in the distance.
“It’s a forest fire! It can reach the school and burn it down!” she had heard a little boy exclaim.
She wished it would, then Mom would have to take her home.
Boarding school wasn’t fun.
Nice one sister. Seems like you wished this at some time in your school days!
You bet! Lol. Thanx Bro.
Definitely has the ring of truth, this one.
Oh yes! A lot of truth.
A very enjoyable story Firdaus. Really well described. XX
I really enjoyed this Firdaus, took me back to my early memories of school. Very well written xx
Thankyou Rebecca. Glad you liked it.
Thankyou Helen. I hope good memories.
Nice story … really does draw me back to childhood. Great job.