The beginning

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            Gabrielle "Gabby" is a senior high school girl. She is loved by all the people around her. Her family is rich and she is currently enrolled in a prestigious school.

           Gabby is a really nice girl, she is jolly , understanding and she is the peace maker of all. She knows how to handle problems well and most of her friends treats her as their older sister (though she is younger). She is the one who is making their group livelier than it's supposed to be. And they respects her.She was once called 'the master of kindness'. If you picture her, wouldn't you think shes perfect?

           But no one knows that she is spoiled. Not by her parents but her granny. She loved her granny more than her parents. Her granny is the only ally she has.   

           Her parents are always out. Her mother is a doctor and her father is an architect. Her brother is a University student and her sister has a job.

        No one knows that she has two sides within her. First is the spoiled attitude like a little girl and second is the perfect type student.

          While heading to her school in a winter morning, a strong wind passed through her and she felt the chill. Normally people would think that's normal. She was wondering what was that about. She continued walking until she reached her school. She greeted her friends like she normally do and headed to her seat and started reading.

         For the lunch break, her friends moved their tables to her so they can eat together. While they were having a conversation, Gabby felt a cold breeze behind her passed through her neck and was startled. Gabby asked a guy friend of her to please turn off the air conditioner. But the boy told her "why would anyone want to turn on an air conditioner on a winter? The air conditioner was never turned on, we put the heater on." Gabby looked around and they are all busy doing their things. She felt strange for a moment, and the continued chatting with her friends again.

      Its already half-past 4 in the afternoon. The homeroom is already finished. She waived her goodbyes to her friends and even their homeroom teacher. She waited a cab near the bus stop in order for her to get home quickly. She was holding her report card, smiling and thinking how happy her parents will be when they see her report card. She really loves it when her parents praises her.

        By the time she arrived home and opened the door, a gloomy aura welcomed her. She went to the living room but no one was there. So she went up to her room and changed her clothes. After changing her clothes, she ran down the stairs while holding her report card in her right hand and went straight to the kitchen to get some milk. And then suddenly she heard a noise, a whimpering noise in the living room. She walked slowly while holding the glass of milk and her report card.

        When she peeked at the other side of the door, she saw her family sitting on a couch with gloomy faces. Betty, her dog was the one who is whimpering. She asked her mom what is wrong and her mom just looked at her with a scary eyes. And her dad told her "you granny died this morning, she was admitted to the hospital where your mom works". Poor little Gabby couldn't say a word. Her tears ran down like a calm river full of grief.

         She rarely sees her granny but when they see each other, a day wont satisfy her. A day won't be enough just for the two of them. But now that her granny's gone, this will be a challenge for Gabby.

         On the day of the burial, Gabby started to get sick. It feels like her immune system was taken away from her. Gabby didn't tell her mom about this so no one noticed this incident.

          She acted strong, and made sure that she wont cause any troubles. When the burial is already finished, they went home. In a corner, Gabby started to cry. Thinking what will happen now that her granny died.

On that same day, Gabby suddenly fell unconscious. When she woke up, she was already in her room.

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