Can you juggle your teenage life?
You arrive at your house with tears in your eyes. You open the door and walk inside. You heard your mother call to you.
Your Mother: "Toby! Is that you? I thought you were at Guy's house. How is he?"
You breathing rate became slow and heavy.
You: "He's dead!"
With that, you slam the front door and run upstairs to your room. You, then, slam that door too.
You just lay on your bed with your face in your Pillow, sobbing your eyes out.
You: (Why?! Why did Guy have to go?! Damn you, fate! Damn you, fate, for taking his life!)
After ten minutes of sobbing into your pillow and cursing fate, you manage to cry yourself to sleep...
Your Mother: "Toby! Is that you? I thought you were at Guy's house. How is he?"
You breathing rate became slow and heavy.
You: "He's dead!"
With that, you slam the front door and run upstairs to your room. You, then, slam that door too.
You just lay on your bed with your face in your Pillow, sobbing your eyes out.
You: (Why?! Why did Guy have to go?! Damn you, fate! Damn you, fate, for taking his life!)
After ten minutes of sobbing into your pillow and cursing fate, you manage to cry yourself to sleep...