Attached: a diary at high school
2000.9.19 Tuesday Cloudy
There will be so many people in the class, in this battle. There will only be more than 20 people survive. The breath of death is shrouded throughout the class. Classmates don't know. I am very amazed in the cruel and teacher of the war. When the class teacher looked at all of us, she will definitely think: "You will die, you will die, you can live, and you ..." But her face is still hanging. Smile, the disabled of death will not show it from her face. "You have to test the top 20 classes, or you will die!" Teacher said to me after breakfast yesterday. I am very amazed to the look of her, so indifferent. I don't know the results I am in this battle. I don't want to die. I believe I will be alive, in this cruel battle. People fall in one by one, have my friends, my classmates, no sound. I endure pain and insist. I must live, I have to live well! The bloody battle is still going on. Life is still not sure, life is in my hand. End
/ * However, God waved his hand and pulled me from the dead. But I started a new battle. Life is very helpless. We are pushed forward. Death is Just a beginning! * /
