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Friday, June 20, 2008 2:35 PM

Chapter 1: Present


“No, please! Stop!” I cried, warm tears streaming down my cheeks.



I woke up, beads of sweat on my forehead. I cry a lot, I have to admit. I have been having the same nightmare for a very long time, I can’t even remember how long. It wasn’t easy to let go, however, superficially I have succeed. I just could not let anyone pity me.



I sighed and took a quick glance at the clock and realised it was 5.30am, two more hours to go before school start. I decided that I could not fall back to sleep so I made the bed, took a bath and went downstairs to the kitchen to make some breakfast. I tried to find some ham in the fridge then noticed its Tuesday, my maid supposed to go to the market to stock up the food. Bad luck, I guess.



I took my time to wear my uniform, and five minutes to put on both socks. I glazed at the sky, the sun has not yet rise. I took out my laptop from my bag and check my emails. Dad should have sent me an email regarding this month’s expenses. I pondered.
Just as i was pondering The email came,
WEEEE!!!! It's from Dad...

Subject: Expenses

Hey Son, your mom and I have settle things here in Japan...But will going to Hong Kong next week to attend a special meeting. We are so sorry that we will not be able to make it for your birthday next week. To make up, we have transferred extra amount of money to your bank account for this month’s expenses and birthday present.



Buy anything you like Boy. Take good care of yourself.



Ya Ya Whatever...That's how they do things....-_-


I dilly-dally to towards the ATM machine which was on the way to school. I checked my account with a balance of $6051.93; $1000 was from the previous months. I’m pretty good at saving if I want to, I grinned...off to school......


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