It's your first day in a new school, new country, your dad came along, your first view of the school and you hate it already . Bunch of young adults rushing to get started up for their so called planned futures.

You're seated behind the taxi, your dad speaks to the driver. Jovial as always.

He's always been the nice, open minded and out going one, made friends very easily.

Their conversation is dulled out, as you start to imagine living on your own with no family for the next coming years.

You arrived at your hostel grounds, and the help boys come to get your luggage. You packed Three, filled with home food. Mostly.

You've already been assigned a room of four, the girls seem nice. You guess.

You and your dad have a little pet talk, before he bade you goodbye. For the day. He has an extra night in the country before leaving for home. He requested for the taxi driver to take him exploring around the city. Again very open minded.

It's late in the evening, you've settled in, but the exhaustion hit. Your bed is already made. You got the top bunk. You've always wanted one. Getting on the bed, you lay and fell asleep.