Many days have passed and I still feel the same. The feeling of confusion, hatred, or even love is still eating me alive. But yet I survived and since now I don’t know why. Almost 2 years has passed since I moved along into the life of high school. Sure it’s hard, sure I haven’t found my true best friend, but it’s the most awesome moment that can happen in your life! October 6 2009, was one of the days I wouldn’t forget. The cold quiet morning filled the air as I got into school. My dad drops us off at the bus stop in the school, and on there I walked my way on foot. Slowly I took one step at the time. I wasn’t in the rush anyway, it was 7.05. I walk up the stairs which has brought me many tired but meaningful memories. Up to my new class which the teacher has organized us in until after PMR, a good luck wish and my prayers for the PMR candidates is all I can do. I settled down in my seat waiting for the day to start. “TICK TOCK TICK TOCK” teachers walk in and out of the class. The sound at an airport belled as our recess bell. Out everyone went, to make their tummies full. I found out that many of my teachers won’t be able to come in. “It is a good opportunity to discuss about our jumble sale to the teacher” Daryl said. And so I followed Daryl and Nabilah to find the teacher in charge. At last we found her; she was in the heritage room which was also known as the old 1b1, my old class. That place only brought me nothing but suffering, painfulness and completely full of happiness. The front door was locked and I was so eager to go in. So we got in through the back door. I took my right leg and stepped in. As soon as my shoe touched the ground, memories came quickly flashing into my head. For a second there I frozed and just concentrated on the flashbacks in my head. I soon snapped out of it and came in. My old desk was the first thing I saw. I’ve forgotten why we came there in the first place; I just want to go my old dusty desk. Daryl and Nabilah was too busy talking to the teacher so I had my time. I slowly took one step and another, circling my desk which was attached to my friends’ desks as well. My hand slid across my desk and left a dirty black dusty marks on my fingers. I wasn’t disgusted at all, yet I felt amazing! I have never missed anything more than this before. This is one of the rarest feelings of all! Memories of my life as the newbie of high school came quickly flashing into my head like bullets. I looked around the class, trying to remember every single day I was in there, and then I spotted one desk. I took my time going there and slid my fingers across that very special desk. It was the most torturing, painful, suffocating but yet amazingly wonderful and don’t want to forget memories I had in my head. A sigh is all I can do or say. It was time to go and I had to leave. Before I took one more step out of the class, I looked back. And that was the moment I saw, one of my memories.... That everyone was sitting in their seat playing but also paying attention learning in class. But the only thing I wanted to see was, these two young people, which were facing back-to-back, avoiding every single obstacles, and making every ticking second their treasured moments.

if u know what i mean then .................................................................................................

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