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Saturday, June 21, 2008 12:20 PM

Chapter 2: The pain

I saw myself struggling to break free from the grip. The memories just flashed back no matter how hard I tried to suppress. I’m not what I am. I worked hard to divert myself as I walked from the thoughts. No wonder, I’m always deemed as blur.



“Hey, you’re early today.”



Michelle was one of the first friends I made in River High. She’s always smiling and warm to anybody, even strangers. Probably this was the reason; she came up to me knowing I’m a new student and offered to show me around the school. That’s how we become friends.



“Yeah” I mumbled.



“Have you finished reading that freaking book for Literature? Totally sucks, I don’t even understand half of the text.”



“Oh.” I replied coldly and showed signs of hurriness so that I can get away and be alone at my desk.



I was not always that quiet, but I have now chosen to shut myself after that incident. I made myself pathetic. Circumstances shape a person’s personality. How true.



Slowly, my classmates walked into the classroom and fill up the seats. I looked at the clock on top of the white board. Ten more minutes to go before flag rising. I can’t tell if I was actually looking forward to the day or just hope that the day passes fast so that I could go home.


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