#Chapter8 OK

trash .

T R A S H

I stared at the thick black letters on my locker. as I opened it grabbing my cloth, that’s been too dirty by now . sighing I didn't bother to clean the letters off .tommorrow there’s going to be something new written on anyway.

I just cleared my throat standing straight and inhaled air .

yes I had been coughing a lot again . I don't know what's wrong I thought it was just a cold and it was gone now .but it seemed to have returned and it’s getting worse. at nights I would wake up coughing into my hand so...