First 8th Grade Story

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Created 9/12/22: My first story in Writing Club.

I always wondered why sometimes on different days it doesn't feel like you´re present. It feels like  you were a hollow of yourself waiting, watching for the next move. It feels as though you were a shadow of yourself, watching yourself doing your routine and continuing with the day. Have you ever felt like that, just a hollow of yourself, begging to be freed of this shadow or odd doppelganger  of yourself? Maybe it's just me, maybe not. Life is just confusing like that. It's not a complicated puzzle, but it's almost as if you were being tested or experimented on without consent or permission. It feels as though instead of us playing some game we control, we are the players instead, letting life and our actions control our every move. Do you ever feel like this, or am I just sick in the head?  Whatever the answer may be to any of our questions, we must play the game or who knows the consequences of our actions.

Waking up may almost just be the most difficult part of the day, but I feel actually starting your day may just be harder. Having to get up from your resting place and getting ready for your day to begin. However, once you keep continuing that cycle, it doesn't seem to be as phasing as it used to. Wake up, eat breakfast, get ready for the day, go to school or work, come back from your dreadful day, take a shower, put on pajamas and sleep, it's just a continuous cycle until you meet your waiting death. As depressing as it sounds, it is the way life works. You can't break this wonderful ¨Circle Of Life, " some may call it.

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