Bad Day
I was going home, when I was in Sweden. It was raining. My phone died, it was not working. I was sad because I could not play on my phone. Yes, that is my very...
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I was going home, when I was in Sweden. It was raining. My phone died, it was not working. I was sad because I could not play on my phone. Yes, that is my very sad day.
Outside my school, here in Hungary, the bullies beat me up.
Two months ago, when my grandfather died. It was hard for me then. I am crying in the painting. I've drawn the grave of my grandfather.
"We were in the war, and then we disappeared to Vienna, and then we saw the news, and it was sad."