What would have happened had they never opened the letter. Their fate letter. They were sitting now concentrated in the classroom, leaning over the few past exams of the school year. Like everyone else. But she could not be like everyone else.
It is 30 May, at which the letter will reach you. Addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Kehr. "Dear Mrs. Kehr, Sir return ... Her daughter Melanie ... the transfer to the next school year not ", and so on. Quickly away, away from it. Melanie wants to act in the same moment and at the same time solidify. She stares at the letter - and looks into the void.
Four more hours she has time, until her mother comes home from work. Her father has done lately more often stays up late at night in the office. In four hours they will definitely come back down, will let anything more from the shock of seconds.
Melanie folds the letter matches the beginning of the paper Knicks, they squeezed in between the nail edge of the thumb and index finger and slowly crosses between the sharp edges. It then unfolds the letter and tears the unfortunate letter in two parts. It starts the procedure again until they are added at the end of a small heap of wretched writing snippets strength in her hand trough. In addition to the
Mailbox are the bins. The great black for residual waste, alongside the organic waste. Paper waste is collected once a month extra. Melanie puts the pieces in her hand in one of the overstuffed garbage bags in the black bin. No one is there still chance discovery.
Nothing is more uncertain. It is now quite clear that it no longer continues. For that brief moment, she feels relieved. Just under four hours, has time to come down.
