Novelas y relatos de I Am Ten

“Not tonight.” But memory doesn’t care about timing. It struck anyway, forcing me to remember that agonizing night. Flashback ......... Ten Years Ago in the city of new York. Heat and Smoke rose through the clouds, and the screams could be heard from miles away. I was just ten and barefoot, Bleeding through my nose. I remember the sting of glass slicing through my heel as I stumbled down the hallway, coughing through smoke thick enough to choke a ghost. “Papa?” I choked, coughing loudly. “Papa!” I yelled but there was no answer.

He is now ten years old, while Amelia is nine. "You don't believe me, Pa? I'm famous in school. Ask Amelia. Girls like my dance moves. I looked at Anelia, who was pouting—young love like Gian and I.