She was the eldest child. I get this one. My other two are real men. But hurry … I do not like to be like her excellence in university government. But her father said that at this outstanding business. To send their children to study the subject.
But it is the love of friends and teachers. I love all the vendors. But then on the last midterm year. I was sick … not physical illness. However, a severe mental illness?
She started crying eye every hour on the course. At first, no one knows what it is to revive. She was sobbing now … I did not want to leave my university back home … she says at 5-6 pm, the sun is a very sad time for her.
We’re category. Everyone is worried. I talk way to help solve the problem, but it’s too late … we know that she attempted suicide. Her brother’s neck, but it can help. She soon cut a bullet wound wrist. She is now in hospital.
One morning I could see the shock announcement on board … I invite to my funeral.
The board said it was an accident. But the real story is. Window shutters banging her hospital wrist slitting his throat cut and the poor.
I really like that sensitive as I was already very smooth, but I have no other gossip bizarrely sad that I have to the poor. Father exhorted the soldiers scolded like children very much. Higher education. Children need to learn it. Points is excellent. Oh, that I had done from the beginning … she was the one to come. If it is the second one I got hit soften it.
But it was not until she came to the university 24 hours ago!
There are many people who like to be her. I enjoy that we mistakenly.
But that evening. The outcry janitor aged around 50 out of the library so demoralized appearance. Children play near the seven days that I panicked as well.
I was told that when you close the library. I went exploring. See young female student sitting alone. I think I’ll go back home I turned on the child lock features. I do not see it … but I grew up on a girl student gradually enlarged until I realized that it was haunted.
We went to the library I often I come across a lot. Both broad daylight. And went to the library to pack.
Some people will find her sitting on the floor. Reading is hindered by the various niches.
Sometimes shirk his back seat alone. Along with the other people.
That spirit lingers on in college. Yet, as she is still alive!
Tell me how I was intimidated when I walk around like I went forward. But I was shocked that we are in a row … it was her turn to smile as I ran in panic.
The worst occurred last completed.
That many of us will go to detention because I almost threw up. Evening school students. The lonely atmosphere. I do not even have one … I think I even forgot it.
We say then that I was lost in the darkness. I believe that ghosts are real. But I was happy. And would love to haunt her in college a long time!
But then I Sam. Assuming your friend over to look at the library on the 5th floor and there was a shock … and remain so. We can make jewelry according to my eyes … it looked like we were almost 10 people there, as there choreographed to.
I just stand in front of the library. Despite the dark we remember her. White teeth smile. Students dressed. No offense looked like alive. She was smiling and waving at us cheerfully bright.
Sam’s voice trembled as he asked … see it?