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Sunday, May 2, 2010

“Ethan: New school, new environment, new friends.” Facebook status updated. The night is windy, great condition to sleep. “It’s going to be a wonderful day tomorrow.” I thought to myself. Having move to London, I just got to adapt to a whole new life. Tomorrow will be the first day of university and I’m excited but at the same time, afraid. What if no one want to make friends with me? What if I get lost in the school? Questions began to surface in my mind. Loud snores echo from within the other side of the room. I gazed upon the sleeping figure; well that’s Brian and his habit. A few hours remaining till sunrise, guess I would just switch off my computer and get some rest.

The sun strong glare, shining through the window is making me irritated. My body is unwilling to move but my mind tells me I have to or else I will be late. Dragging myself out, I went to call out Brian. “Hey Brian, wake up, time for school.” Slightly awake, “I’ll be right there.” He responded. Guys’ preparation tends to be faster than girls but not for this small eyes and small build guy. His weird hairstyle took him quite a lot of time to be done. I was waiting for him at his Audi, well expecting him to drive to school. It will be some time before I get to own a car. For now, I just have to accommodate to what I have. Traffic to school was rather smooth, took less than an hour to reach. The school is crowded with students, from seniors to freshmen’s like me. “See you later!” Brian shouted. Off I go to my class, which is not easy to locate in this huge campus.

To be continued...


In need of a title for this story. Also if got ideas for the story, feel free to tell me.

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