He repeats the number 115 over and over in his mind, realizing he has said it before. Above him is a narrow crack in the rock. That's where the light is coming from.
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After a long stressful test, I was going to spend the day with my best friend, Katherine, for the first time after, so long now that her mom trusted me more. “Honk!’’ was the sound I heard that signaled me that Katherine’s dad was here. She opened the door, as usual because she was so courteous to me at school. I got into the rusty gray Honda. Once I got into the car I knew it was out of my comfort zone because it was my first time meeting Katherine’s Dad outside of school. “Hello, Katherine 's dad,” I said tentatively. He responded back with a simple hello and simply resumed his talk with Katherine as if she had never left the car. They were talking, so quick I had no idea what to do, so I kept quiet the whole car ride and looked out the window. The whole car ride was of a foreign language I had barely heard Katherine speak at school, when her mom, my 5th grade math teacher came around. Now as if she had been liberated from those chains that kept her from speaking her native language, she spoke endlessly with her dad. We arrived at our destination and to my surprise, it was a church.
I had never my life been to church on a Saturday afternoon, most likely because my mom and I only had time to come to church on Sunday´s.So many things were happening at the same time in the same room where Katherine’s dad left us. This was one of the best journey and I will always cherish it in my memories.
