No one's perspective.
Cars and trolleys.
Students and teachers.
Children and adults.
Wards and guardians.
The scents and colours of resumption.
A newly-turned female senior school student strolled leisurely behind the trolley carrying her belongings, mindlessly looking around.
The background was a hubbub of various voices.
"Don't go!"
"Don't cry, sweetie, I'll come for your visiting day..."
"Thank God you're resuming, I'm tired of you..."
"I'll miss you sha..."
Friends calling out to each other, families chatting, teachers and guardians socialising, and students everywhere.
She smiled to herself. School.
She raised her head to the overhead arc sign e grandly read, 'Welcome To Keswick International School'. Though the acronyms was actually K.I.S, if you looked closer towards the eye level scratches of the acronym as KISS. Supposedly done by a student.
She shook her head and chuckled.
Back to this madhouse again.
Walking past the arch and more melodramatic displays, she smiled.
Welcome to a life of so much freedom yet bondage, full of friends and void of parents, a boarding school full of ups and downs, KIS
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