I shook my head, and then went to another rock
pile and uncovered two car sheets. The sheets make the cars looks like rock
piles or a giant pile of leaves from far or above. I threw them over the cars, careful
not to disturb the ground around them. Then I made sure there were no tracks
leading to this place. Didn't want those terrorists to find this place just
yet.
Then I walked into
the rock pile and pushed the rock back into place.
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It was dark and musty
like I expected. Next, I, by using my memory, walked over to our air vent rock.
I pushed it slightly open. It also allowed some light to come in. Then I turned
on our lights. They weren't that bright but they were good enough.
I looked around. Our
rock pile was very spacious. We had also bought a lot of stuff with money that
we had earned from doing talks for our neighbors and families. Bean bags and
all sorts of things were all over the place.
" Make yourself
at home. " I said. Then all the sudden, I had an urge to be alone. I'll be
downstairs, but if you need anything, ask Joshua." And with that I ran
down the dirt stairs into my room, ( yes, we had even dug our own rooms), and
pushed the rock door into place. Then I collapsed into my beanbag and let all
the tears out. I cried everything out and cried a little more. I don't know how
long I cried. I don't even remember falling asleep. But from that moment, I knew
my emotion wall had broke. The wall that I had put there to save myself embarrassment
was now gone.
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