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Submitted to Contest #47
Suitcase in hand, I head to the station. As I stood there waiting for the train to arrive, I looked down at what I was holding in my hands. The suitcase. My palms were sweaty and my legs went weak. I think my heart will burst out of my chest, it wants to escape. I shouldn’t be here, I should be running, running far away from here. But instead I remain where I am. I use my other free hand to cover my mouth. My eyes go wide. I could feel the adrenaline surging through my system. I felt like vomiting, the saliva in my mouth was ...
They said things would get more challenging when I reached high school, and I didn't understand what part would be challenging. The first day of high school was stressful, I had a poor sense of direction and a short memory, so I relied on the map in my hands. But even with the piece of paper, I couldn't find my first class. Even though I also went to the orientation and they guided us around the whole school, I was going to be late. I didn't want to admit it, but I needed help. I hated receiving help. it felt like a bother for the othe...
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