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kenopsia

the eerie forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

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Bittersweet chocolate by Mr. Hong

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School started a long time ago that I already became used to the neighborhood kids not walking around high in weed or having their summer flings clinging to them as if their lives depend on it. I stopped looking out at the terrace by then, scared that I'd have one of my usual (now- controlled) breakdown if I would see another one of my juniors or seniors passing by.

Sure, summer vacation ended weeks ago, but still- I am at home under surveillance 24/7. Well, that would happen when your doctor is overreacting like mine. I mean, I still have five years to live. That's long enough for me to do everything I wanted. Plus, I can still walk and even do some cartwheels.

To be honest, regardless of what people would gossip about or what my mind would tell me, I am contented with my life. I will not change it even if I'll be given a chance, except maybe that particular moment when my Uncle decided to keep me locked up, the same way as Rapunzel. 

Of all things I hate, being cooped up and kept from doing the things I love was and would always be on the top of my list. I always have this mindset of, "Life have always been short and always it will be" and "You can die any minute from now.". Thus, I never like wasting my time not doing the things I would love to do.

"Miss Alden, your tutor is here." The newly appointed old maid knocked on my door, telling me of the dreading news I had been expecting.

I have nothing against homeschooling, but it didn't mean I want to go through it now. I remembered wishing to be under the program at some point so I could wake up not so early and be relieved from the pressure and stress of competing for the first spot or even just the thought of the dress code and annoying unproductive group works. However, how I hate school is out of the question at this point.

As much as I am not a morning (or school) person, again, I don't want to miss a day in the "till-my-heartache-ends" countdown wasted on lazing around my bed and not seeing my hella wild friends. Don't even get me started with my bucket list.

"I'm coming. I'll just get dressed. Tell her I can't wait for our next lesson!" I replied in a fake enthusiastic voice to the maid who impatiently waiting outside my door as I spaced out for a moment as I stared at my reflection. I could hear her walking away. I groaned loudly when I was sure that she was far gone.

I must talk to my uncle about this... arrangement when he would come back from his trip. Why must he leave to somewhere where there's no signal? That old man! I can't believe he still raised me right despite being dumb sometimes.

Anyway, enough of this solo pity party. I stood up from my comfy chair and walked through the highway to hell.

"Hey, Irene. Good to see you're excited about our lesson. Shall we get started?" said by the devil, hiding under the thick glasses and bizarre fashion style of my socially awkward tutor.

I faked a smile, couldn't think of a more polite way to reply.

"This is plain torture" I whispered to myself under my breath.

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