How could they do this to me?, I thought as I was pushed in the classroom's closet and locked inside. What did I do wrong? I only said that I thought the sun was coming today.
Oh the sun, how I wanted to see it. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to wait another 7 years, if I can make it that long, I continued. You see, I hate the darkness. The sun is the only light in my life, though I only saw it once, 7 years ago. It was large and bright, with the soft yellow rays warming your skin. Lately, I started feels sick without that light. My parents said that they were coming her to Venus to take me back to Earth, but I feared they wouldn't make it in time.
I suddenly listened in to the classroom, my ear pressed against the closet door. I heard the teacher, then the a scuffle of little feet running out the font door. I hear laughter and
feet running here and there. I already knew what was going on.
"The sun, it come" I said slowly. But instead of feeling happy abut the sun finally arriving, I felt something different. I suddenly felt sick, even more than usually. I pounded on the door and screamed as loud as a could, but no one heard me. A deep painful feeling welled up inside me and I saw a bright light. "The sun" I whispered with my last breathe and fell to the ground.