Abigail Garcia

The problem about which they all speak

One day in the morning, going to the high school, I saw a lot of people outside, all of they were like stressed, but I continued walking to arrive my classroom, then next to my classroom I saw a boy, he was writing in his notebook, and he looked sad, I think that he was making a letter for someone.
Between the classes he was alone like thinking, the only thing that he made was seeing how the Squirrels played in the trees and eating in their houses, and listened music in his i-pod; when the stamp sound he entered to his classroom with face of thoughtfully, in all of his classes he was like that like boring but at the same time sad; when it was the lunch time he go with his friends, they were playing ping-pong, talking and laughing, about a lot of things, now he looks normally, but not happy at all, all the persons wanted to knew what is happened to him, but when someone asked him what is the problem, he only said ‘don’t worry I’m going to be ok’ at the end of all the classes he walked to the entry of the high school and walked to his car to can go home, and nobody knows what’s was the problem whit he, the problem that he had will be something that nobody will know