I wrote this story with my class mate, Martin Anania.
I was going home, and I saw him! I didn’t suspect anything, but he started running towards me. I noticed he had a knife in his hand. I got scared. I didn’t know what to do. I was alone. There was noone to help me. I knew that was my ending. I didn’t know what to do. I had nothing else to do than to accept my fate. The man got near me and took off his mask. At least I would see the face of the man who would kill me.