Explaining my life is really difficult for me. My mind sometimes acts on his own. When I search for the right words to describe my journey, the words seem to hide. They hide in the darkest and coldest places, where I am afraid to venture. My name is Isaac, I'm not tall in stature but I won't call myself short also. I have jet black hair that gets in a wrestling match with my comb every morning. My skin is dark and I have brown eyes. I have soft facial features and a weird stubble that does not want to grow the way stubbles should. "Issac? Issac?"I snap out of my day dream to find out that the whole class is staring at me. My lecturer snaps her fingers inches away from my face, earning my attention. "Are you okay?" "Umm, yeah. Sure." I mumble. The lecturer returns to teaching and eyes dart away from me slowly. I am in home room. This is my English class. I alw
Last Updated : 2020-08-21
