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I grunt as I open the door to my flat. Managing my way in with the hip of bags I got, I stumble over an object and fall on the ground, my clumsiness re-appearing.

"Can't I ever come in normally!" I literally scream at myself. I quickly get up and shut the door, locking it before picking up the bags of clothes. Picking up the bags, I notice the book on the floor, probably the item I stumbled over.

I sigh loudly and walk through my little flat, approaching the house phone and hitting the button to check whether I had any voice mails.

Hi, Nora! This is Alexia! hope you're doing fine. I asked mother whether she knows anything about how you've been, but she did not bother talking, so I got quite furious and decided to check up on you myself. Call me back as soon as you hear this. Love you!

The beep sound goes off as soon as the speech ends. I smile at the thought of my sister, Alexia, actually bothering to know how I am doing. Since I left that perfect family, they never bothered contacting me. They did help me somehow with my university fees, but apart from that, I was a brick wall to them. No matter how much I detested the thought of just being in a room with my parents, I did really miss them. I longed for the suiting words they always told me before tucking me under the sheets when I was younger. They told me they'd never leave me. They told me that I would never leave them as well, but I guess the tables turned, and the future they drew for me faded. They thought I would end up being the girl who had her life under the principles of perfection. My mother always wanted me to end up like the other girls who constantly played sports to stay fit, and drank coffee or tea over the little get together, which is as well known as a get together to gossip or criticize other people. I do criticize other people, but I do share those thoughts with myself. Hitting the point, my parents and I have been in a distance for quite a long time. Five years? I bet that is long, especially for the fragile character I have. I still have no idea how I ended up on my own, building a shattered ruin, just like those broken buildings located in Rome and Greece.

Would it be called a ruin if it's still used?

On the other hand, I had Alexia, the perfect one. She listened to their rules and grew up as they wanted her to be, so that's why she stayed back. We talk from time to time, but it gets harder after a while when we run out of things to talk about, after all, how do you compare a castle to a cottage? We have different interests, which means we don't always get along, but no matter how far we are from one another, we still try to hold the weak bond between us.

I shake my head and walk to my room which was down the narrow corridor. I had only two rooms. That is all I can afford for now, since I had no sort of inherited fund or financial help from my parents. I feel content with what I have because it was really hard for me to work and study and live in a dorm where I had a roomy who constantly kept on bringing guys over. Whenever they passed by, they'd usually say

"Oh hey, Nora! Join us!" and I would always turn out saying-

"Maybe next time," and leave to the library. The library? I know, that's lame, but I never had a bunch of normal friends who cared enough about my comfort.

Basically, my corridor was extending from left to right. On the left, was my bedroom. On the right, was an extra room where I had my desk kept in, including excess clothes in the wardrobe. I never had visitors, so that room turned in a cloth stock room or study room. I enter my room and immediately look at the windows that had its drapes hooked on the sides. The view was visible, and the only thing that illuminated my pitch dark room was the street lights or car headlights. I use my elbow and switch on the lights, collapsing the bags on the bed and walking to the windows adjacent to it. I carefully drop down the curtains as I look out the window, the cars looking like tiny objects or like specks in the sky. Across the wide road, and let me add, very wide road, were other buildings scattered around.

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