The After-Math of an Accident

by grace   Sep 10, 2008


A tear almost silently rolled down my cheek.
I almost started crying and couldn't stop.
I almost went to hide so no one would find me.
A teacher almost came in and found me falling apart.
I almost skipped classes because the memories wouldn't go away.
The principal almost came in to ask if I wanted to call my mom.
I almost said no, she would only make it worse.
I almost went back to class.
Everybody almost knew everything.
Because you almost died.

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