My feet stepped limply, treading the road that had begun to be filled with rotten leaves on either side. Today's weather is the same as usual, cold and misty. My face was still very disheveled, not a smile was carved on the lips which this morning looked cracked. It was 7:05 in the morning, as usual, I arrived late. I left without taking a shower and prepared myself after barely staying up all night. I hate going to school. I hate having to face an unpleasant day, at least until 1 o'clock this afternoon.

Eleven years I have lived breathing in the world, setting foot on the ground which often moves from one land to another. So far my life is full of dynamics. Although I have experienced life as an only child for six years, do not even think that I am a spoiled child who will cry as hard as I want.      Yes, maybe my attitude was like that, either 7 or 6 years ago, when I was very young. But now, I feel to be the most independent child ever in Tanah Parahyangan. Imagine, when I was 8 years old, I had lived far apart from my parents and sister. I live with my grandmother and cousins ​​in the city of Bandung, and even crazier, "I'm friends with ghosts." Yes, ghosts! Very great is not it?

𝐨𝐤, 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥. 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝

The Writer

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