The beggining of growth and temptation.
It was a dark yet beautiful night when suddenly a gush of wind flows by my ears while I was writing my experience for today. That certain wind wasn't just a simple natural wind...It gave me goosebumps as if I am a whole new different person, well as I lay down in bed the aura around my room felt different. It felt like it "aged" but still in the same current state, it was weird but soon after that night I did what any other normal boy would do. Wake up, shower, get ready for school.
Hello I am Esther a highschool student that absolutely despises their classmates but im still considerate that I should bring no harm to them well as if I can. My mom as always drove me to school, and I love the music she always play on the car...It is pretty calming as I expected from my coqquette mom. We arrived at school, I got in and humbles sake Felix was absent, such a relief I didnt have to face that awful dude. If your wondering who is Felix he is our school typical "bully" yeah those stereotypes but an updated version. I also forgot to tell you guys we are no normal human beings, we have such this thing called "cluster of being" It is a kind of power we are born with naturally but in each person there will be differences in strength, stability, speed, length, manipulation, control strength, and clusterous. I have no time to explain whats a clusterous but so you know Im going through adolesence.
Continuation about school:
School did go just as normal I had lunch with my friends, recheck assignments, did a presentation, and studied about lessons I could never understand ugh. We went home and I flung myself in my small but comfy bed. It was like heaven if you ask me, but that one moment at night still bothers me just so you know my body felt quite numb today though...My mind didnt sit right with me I keep having intrusive and innapropriate toughts that are out of my knowledge it seems like adolesence felt more worse that it is depicted. I think its starting to happen ugh but my mind is such a mess my toughts are like a broken screen with different ideas in each shattered glass. Then suddenly the door busts open.
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