TWENTY TWO

                   After attending classes, I was finding a spot to hide myself. I didn't want to attend martial arts. I loved my bones. No one wanted to understand that.  

     I walked over to the narrow path, lawn on both sides. My pace was slow, eyes wandering around. 

     My gaze stopped at the old tree. Pacing forward, I sat resting my back against the trunk. I slipped my hand in my bag and took out the book. These books contained every information I needed to understand them. 

     I huffed in a lungful air when I opened the book. I didn't tell my friends about skipping class. They would force me in. 

     "So, here you are,"

     I screamed and the book jumped out of my lap in the air.

     Alessandro