Boy, do all days start like this.
A bus ride to school, a short stroll to the entrance, and through the doors we see life. I like it when the people I know are there--we always have something to talk about, something new, unexpected.
Laughter can be heard in every corner, songs are sung, and time seems to fly so fast, you'd think you have just arrived. You feel like you're on a cloud.
But sometimes, when you had a bad night, drowsiness takes over and the sounds are all muffled and your cloud feels heavy.
Our school bell rings and a stampede forms towards the door.
And the start of hell--I mean classes--begins.
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