Robino

Violent Memory: By Robin Nederlof. It was weekend and late at night. We went back home, worn out and tired. It was dark and silent, no one in sight. These were the times I really admired. But good things didn't seem to last very long. We were young and we had our fights. Because of this we were stupid and thought wrong. But we just loved to excel to new heights. I can still see the image so well. I was standing in front of his place. When we suddenly heard a yell. I recognized the voice, sweat ran down my face. Who do you think you are messing with. My friend turned around and spit. I had this weird feeling and whispered let's