No
matter how weird that old man appeared to be, I got no choice but to follow
him. I went to look for “Brylle Zaffiro,”and
there I was standing in front of his house. “I guess this is the place.”I
muttered.
I was
crying the whole time I went back home. “What am I going to do now?” I’m hopeless! I
have no money—and my dream of entering college will forever be just a dream!