The longing/nostalgia for a home you can't return to or never was.
running through the hallway, barely making it to the Jim building. pulling out my earbuds and jamming them in, pressing shuffle on a random playlist. I take a seat at the front of my bus line as the song fit for rivals started playing. about 5 minutes later my bus number was called. I got on the bus and made a beeline for the back seat. I took my seat and pulled out my phone and opened wattpad settling on some werewolf story, and sang along to king for a day. being the last stop I had about an hour and a half before my stop.
Authors note: this is my first story on here and this is all I've got for now my updates will be slow and this is based on a true story personal story from someone in my life. there will be triggering topics and grammar mistakes I would appreciate input on my mistakes. thank you.
Merci pour la lecture!