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The Tell-Tale Heart done at that time was to wait for the court to

by Azzam al-Roumi deliver justice. However, it was too much to
Grade 11 ask.

I was once a bright kid. I was loved by all and
hated by none. I had positive energy running
through my veins. I was very optimistic and
enthusiastic. I used to see the glass half full,
rather than half empty. I used to be the
teacher’s favorite student. In class, I was the
best. In Physical Education, I excelled in every
sport. I was a dream child to my parents. I was
repeatedly told by them that “I was a perfect
child”. To be fair, I too agree. When people
thought of children before starting a family,
they used to think of ME! And ME only!
However, one day it all changed.
The killer of my parents was apparently the
It was late at night, we were returning from our governor’s son. He was pardoned by his father
lake house. We were there celebrating and justice was not served. The only thing I
Thanksgiving. It was a few hours’ drive to our wanted was justice to be delivered, my dream
house. We stopped at a traffic stop. When the didn't come true. This event changed my life
light turned green, we moved on. However, a forever.
car on the other side did not stop. The car
instead crashed into us. When I regained I began having dreams of my parent’s killer’s
consciousness, the police arrived. I saw my eye. I had dreams of hell inside his eye
mom and dad’s body on the ground, they were absorbing me in while I'm trying to fight back.
dead. The paramedics couldn’t save them. I, Thus, I stopped sleeping. Unfortunately, that
above all people couldn’t either. I remember did not stop the problem. It created more
crying so much, I ran out of tears. Officers tried problems, more than I could endure.
to calm me down, but to no avail.

The reckless driver came to me. He said that After this, I was no longer the same. I was no
he was sorry and it was an accident. I knew he longer the kid, I once was. I turned into that
didn’t care. He had only been nervous because weird kid that everyone stood away from. A kid
his future was at risk. He looked like he was in who always thought the sky was falling. A kid
his early-twenties. However, he had one eye that used to talk to his imaginary friends.
that was different. Its colour was different than However, whenever I stood in the corner, I was
the other eye. This eye was pale blue and it not talking to my “imaginary friends”, I was
was still. I stared at his eye. The more I stared, talking to the eye. I began to get bad grades in
the more waves of sorrow and madness I school, but it wasn't my fault. It was because of
absorbed. He was later arrested by the police the eye!
and sent to jail. The police escorted me to my
uncle’s house. The only thing that I could've