Chapter 1

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Pitter-Patter.

The drizzle brewed into a thunderstorm. Raindrops fell from the sky, like the girl's fragile heart four years ago. She closed the window shade like then, sobbing in a corner near the bookshelves. She badly wanted to see him again, she wanted to experience how is it like to fall under his embrace of warmth, just like how the rain falls into the endless patches of grass. Her heart grew cold, just like the temperatures now.

Ten degrees, Victoria Lane, Hillview, Starvale, is where a girl call home. It was the night before college reopened, Susan swiftly arranged all the materials in her haversack needed for school the next day, early. She was not accustomed to the unusual sleeping habits, but she was forced to learn the truth the hard way. The only reason why she would even consider returning to school is to see her close friends, which is apparently not a lot, who were She knew many would betray her for other students of higher statuses. Of course, for now, it was just tons of fake smiles, compliments and hospitality, which apparently wasn't the most appealing behaviour to Susan.

Of course, many of them didn't know under all these facade lives a fragile heart. The only way she was comfortable with to express any emotion or vent any anger is through her only diary which is locked in a drawer, far away from the cruel reality of the world.

As she lay herself on bed, all the thoughts of school reopening, tests, examinations, friendships panned on her. And this became a topic of her last time writing the diary before college open its doors again.

Dear Diary:

I can feel the cold gush of air grazing my hair, just like how the concerns of mine blew into my head. I just really can't get over all the stress I'm going through...I need to take time and adjust everything again...I need to learn how to be more confident of myself and project my feelings...

My Dear Diary DaysDonde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora