The introductory.
As Samara enjoyed the first days of her summer break from school, boredom directly hits her after just a couple of days. Yes, she may have enjoyed destroying her sleep schedule but she needed to reclaim her lost sleep from the deadlines and assignments school gave her. Even if she used to complain every time at school, Samara couldn't help but miss her classroom. The noisy boys at the back, the boys with autism (not really, they acted like they were really diagnosed with Autism), the racism she could feel in every corner of the room, and-- Oh. She really missed feeling the love boys and girls communicate with inside there. She missed feeling ecstatic every time there was a new ship in the room.
"Fuck my love life-- I miss seeing my classmates falling in love.." Samara grumbled as she slowly rolled off to bed, falling head first into the ground and could only yelp from the pain. It was hopeless. Life was boring. Everything was.
But then.
Samara felt a shiver run through her. It felt like something was awakening inside of her mind. It fueled her motivation to suddenly write once more. Without a moment to waste, she grabbed her laptop that was slowly rotting at the side and charged it up. She was ready to give her classmates a revenge. A revenge to write stories that their eyes could never unsee ever again. Something that would haunt them every time they would hear her name getting mentioned.
She quickly pulled out her word document and began writing..
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