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It was a clear and sunny afternoon,with very little clouds in the sky.The dazzling sunlight had directly gone through the window,but the curtain had blocked the light through my room.I was sitting on my chair,frowning my eyebrows, and staring at the words.Maybe my brain had its own thinking,everyday during this moment,I didn’t know where she goes,I tried to call her out but she always didn’t hear my calling.Thus,the sleepiness had come in to me.As I was ongoing looking at the words from one to another,my vision had become blurry and blurry.The Pilot black pen had fallen towards the floor from my hand with a loud and clear sound and it knocked me up.Reluctantly,I bend over,picking up the pen and put it on the desk.Taking out the bright yellow colour Stabilo highlight pen from the pencil case,I finally back to the serious mood.

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Reluctantly, pain exhilarating at the tip of my fingers when I hold my pencil. Seeing piles of papers and books in front of me, my eyes are about to shut. Seeing the sun setting, I saw the time and it was ticking. My mind is empty, draining all my energy to swift my pencil. Scrutinizing my history sources, my mind ruptured. Sniffing the breeze air, giving me the momentum for a few minutes. My hand trembling away, writing my first line, left me with many questions. How can I start?  Strongly, I continued myself writing in agony. Disinclined,  I would have to carry on, with my tedious school life.

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Eyes barely opened,I crawled onto the bed,feeling emaciated.Slight breeze of air slid across my face-I drifted off to sleep.The light faded as the clock ticks,germinating darkness gradually overwhelms the room.Notions and events during the day perpetually replays in my mind,restricting my peaceful sleep.Frosty air engenders a constant sniff on my nose ,putting me awake for couple of minutes.My heart thumped in accordance with slow,shallow breaths.Serenity plastered across my face as I slept.At peace,my consciousness swirled in the land of dreams, oblivious to the physical world.

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Waking up without feeling any excitement,lacking eagerness to start my day,is extremely irritating.I still remembered how exhilarating yesterday was.Everyone was having fun celebrating.Food was tremendously scrumptious,but now,just a bowl of cereal in front of me and I will have to catch a bus to reach my school.The bus was full to the extent,and the suffocating feeling trapped me again.The obnoxious odour appeared out of somewhere disgusted me.And yes,I'm late again when I don't even know why.All I can blame it on it’s that damned bus!My brain coordinated my body and I reached the loathing discipline room without even realising.As usual,getting scolded and yelled by Miss Shah,I didn't even feel downhearted.All I was thinking was my comfortable,king-size yellow bed.

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The pencil felt heavy as I gripped it. Paint started to peel off, revealing the bare wood beneath- it was rough to touch. I had hoped that the pencil will guide itself on the plain, white piece of paper; overtime, I’d hope again for words to slither out of it, like a snake meandering between the lines of the paper. But, it always disappointed me. The silence registered in my mind, everything was empty. My mind is silent. Compelling me to write on it, the paper stared at me blankly as the clock hung on the wall ticked on, agitated by my incompetence. My hand started creating undulating movements, a tail of black and white dawdled behind it. Then, I felt it. A pang of guilt in my chest. All I was doing was but scarring the untainted piece of paper. A work of tarnished art.

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My time in this world as for now goes exactly the same, I wake up battling the urge to fall back to sleep waiting nonchalantly for my mom to yell at me as I reluctantly drag myself out the room. It's almost like I go through my morning routine brain dead, I don't think about what i´m going to do next, I don't have to. It's been the same for the past 4 years, the same faces, the same vehicle, same nagging on the way to school. Ivé tried multiple times to escape this reality in search of a new one, I call it self care but my mom and teachers supposingly call it skipping school.

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MacBook Air was turned on with only a single press. The view in front of mine was in a quality of 140p. I squeezed my eyes, trying my best to improve the view to 1080p quality. Everyday schedule tab on the screen was reminding me of my schedule for the day. Clank from the kitchen, voice from bedroom and the splash from the bathroom. All of them felt bored about each of those actions already. Odour of breakfast collided with the particles in the air and passed through my nose. I am so touched by the smell which made my tears start to leak out from my mouth. Stepped out from my bedroom and walked down the stairs. My stomach was ready to be filled with the breakfast which was ready for me to eat. Everyday start off with the same scene again.

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Irritatingly, a sound is ringing in my head. I keep my eyes shut till the sound gets to me, forcing me to reach out and press snooze. Felt like a second, the same sound rings again telling me it's time. Standing on my two feet, unwillingly, I took a few steps to my desk and flipped the laptop open. It chimes. I look at the time thinking ‘I’m late. Again.’ I tapped a few times, hearing a familiar voice coming out of the speakers. It’s another day of zoom academy.

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Curtains drawn, but still the early sun was already well risen and shone into the room, followed by the annoying sound from the alarm, I barely opened my eyes. I was struggling on my bed, life is not exciting with this repetitive routine. I glanced at the clock, it was 7:00 in the morning. I tried to rub the sleep out of my eyes but my eyelids kept closing like magnets, dragging my body to the washroom and get myself ready for a new day. After a while, again I dragged myself downstairs like a zombie. Looking at the breakfast with a cup of coffee in my hand, I feel bored with it. Sausages, bacon, not the worst, but pretty bad, as long as I went through with the breakfast, I am ready to start with a new boring day.

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Disinclined, reaching for my pen. The words blur together into an incoherent mess. Lines enveloped in lines of text.  Just looking at it my face contorts. Such is the subject of history. I swivel a pen around my finger, to escape my obligation. Suppose, I should stop procrastinating and start. Mustering the will and steeling my resolve.  I scan through the extract.  Immediately,  my sight is diverted to an image to the top left of the page. A man, arms outstretched,  hands splayed outwards in a grand gesture.  With an exquisite moustache, bejewelled with a wide smile.

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Mundane-, my life is Its synonym. Grand and spectacular, is what it's supposed to be. Wake up, shower, eat, school ,home, shower and sleep. What's the difference between us and a piece of code running on a loop?  Confusing as they are, humans are even more complicated. Social etiquettes, keeping people's emotions in line, saying or doing something can be seen as offensive. It's like no one sees the bigger picture. Repetition can be seen as a luxury; being able to predict what's going to happen is a luxury. People, whose life is unprecedented, and filled with mystery are normally the less fortunate. Being homeless? Why not.

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Waking up-mentally excruciating. Getting out of bed-physically demanding. Parallel red lines running up my limbs from the immense weight upon it. Sweet sounding slumber of eternal paralysis. Unable to wake up, I feel really guilty. An addictive device of popping notification awaits me across the bed. Do I want to take it? Am I really going to sacrifice this cloud of fluff? Seriously? Despite the wild conclusion that intertwine around my ¨dreamy morning" mind of shallow desires and motivation, somehow the phone appears right in front me. If only it were telekinesis, I should probably stop being so high every morning. Damned by the day, I ´seize¨ the day. At least that is how society wants me to be. Seizing the day. gugu.

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Hesitantly, I rest myself on a desk chair with a pile of books my table in front of me.  Thoughts of all the things i could have been doing instead rushed my mind. The burger before me tempting me to take a break wasn't making it any easier, a small break wont hurt me, right?

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Birds chipping is all I heard in the morning. Tired, with eyes half closed, I pulled myself out of my comfortable king-size bed.  Sitting on my toilet bowl, I dreamed about being in bed for another 5 minute but I knew it wouldn't happen. With toothpaste all over my mouth and some parts on my face, I grabbed my KFC looking school uniform to wear. Bored, I reached for the soy sauce to put it on my perfectly cooked crispy golden coloured chicken nugget. I've thought about spicing things up and trying chilli for the first time, but I knew I'll be meeting the toilet bowl for the second time which I will try to avoid at all costs. Taking a deep breath, I was ready to start my day off. But in the corner of my eyes, I saw a buffed up figure and guessed it straight away, It was the famous bully. Who doesn't like to get bullied am I right? I've thought about going home straight away after seeing the bully. Courageously, I took on the challenge and continued with my boring secondary student school life.

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Extremely exhausted, I was. Monday was never a good day, because I am always drowsy and sleepy. Birds outside my room were chirping with a ring which was different from other days. My mind was filled with curiosity - why were the birds chirping differently? Different types of breed? Or are they also having an unpleasant start of the day? Light headed, but I could still hear my mother’s voice screaming my name from a floor beneath. I refused to take the first step out of my bed until I could hear footsteps climbing up the staircase. Cleansed my face, brushed my teeth and change up the KFC worker looking uniform i have for school. I amble my way down the staircase slowly, totally not ready to start the day off.

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It’s always exactly the same. Every single day. It’s so mundane to the point that I completely lose track of time and everyday seems to blend together into one big random mess of combined memories. All I know is that everyday I wake up, take a quick shower and eat my breakfast while watching an episode on Netflix, knowing It’s the last drop of happiness I’ll experience before heading off to the place where everyone is expected to be the same, look the same, wear the same things and undergo the same immense spine-crushing stress for the next eight hours. Surrounded by screaming, brainless bags of flesh sat in rows of desks and a boring figure in front of the room repeating the same concepts day after day. Coming home is not so much better either, because I’m too exhausted to do anything yet I continue to cram information in my brain, knowing it will be gone in a few hours. Then the next, same day happens again. The reason I described an entire day rather than one specific event is because everyday is one extremely mundane event. It is rare that anything exciting ever happens at all.

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Long hair. Often wearing spectacles, she was gorgeous. However, the new rule that had to be followed got the better of my boring life. Even before this ‘rule’, I rarely saw her in school. We see each other, we wave to each other and that was it. Walking into school, visualising the possible scenarios of us walking together but in reality, it was waving and walking away awkwardly. Everyday, with no guts to start a conversation, I would go back home after school, thinking what I could have done or said to her. The next day, Waking up to my alarm at 6:30am, brushing my teeth as clean as possible, setting my hair, and wearing a uniform neatly. Trying to impress her it was. Though this feeling will never reach her, ever, I still go on with my repetitive life.