She overslept for ten minutes after merely three-hour of sleep. English assignment which she detested drained all her spirit and her bed stole her soul. On the way up to a joyful highland, moody and intense expression hung on her face. Once she arrived there, a place that she paid her last visit several years ago, mist and chilly wind surprised her. After all, the saying she hears about how Genting Highland is no longer where one will chill down to the bone isn’t as rumor has spread it to be.
Satisfied, she temporarily and eventually chased away the stresses that have been taunting her for the past seven months. For it was the first time she visited this place with her college friends, she decided to make the trip a memorable and remarkable one.
There, she started her day. She screamed her lung out regardless of her feelings- upset, fed-up, tensed, scared or happy. To her, that’s the only place where she can raise her voice without getting complaints. Soon, she completed all the must-try missions, then, she lost her passion to play again. The passion she once possessed during her childhood.
Boredom and tension then began filling the emptiness inside her. Later, despair was the visitor. Her happy childhood kept reminding her of how miserable her last year of teenage has been. In her eighteenth and nineteenth year of living that she expected to be the craziest she would ever be, nothing has been gained. Instead, something is lost. And that thing is none other than her innocence.
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