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free boxI was a good girl, a very dogmatic person who never had a fight with anybody. So what am I doing here in my bedroom? Why am I under these winter sheets when the sun’s rays are scorching the leaves into dust outside? Why are my clothes scattered across the floor in a messy bundle of sweat and dirt? Is it true that I cannot hear my parents shout outside my wooden door? Or is everything else some sort of a Final Fantasy game? I've done some pretty horrible things lately, I admit. But even a girl like me deserves the so-called, overrated "second chances". Nobody gives me any. I think about the way I flunked yesterday’s exams. I know I flunked them because I slept throughout the tormenting exam time. I want to argue the stupidity and uselessness of History and Social Studies but probably a smarter person will come and tell me off.
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