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Immitation


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             "Hi", I said with a very nervous voice. My face tightened up as I tried my best to not scare her away.
             "Hello. Do you live here?" she said with a smile. .
             "Yes, I do. I have been here all my life." I said, trying to maintain a cool composure. .
             "I see.".
             I felt so dumb afterwards and foolish that I could not think of anything else to say. Our conversation died after her last sentence; however I did not bother to ask her more as I thought I would not have a chance getting to know her better or becoming her friend. My lack of self-esteem was evident here, but with a straight back and a cool look, I walked out of the elevator and on to school. .
             I stood outside the gates and was studying the architecture of the school. With a sigh I noticed it did not have any rounded corners at all or any other colors besides white, moss-green and blue. With the fences surrounding the school and with the paintings, it reminded me of a true high security prison I had been visiting in the States. I sighed again and went on.
             I entered the school and looked around to get a clear overview of what was happening. Some people were playing football, others were sitting at the benches talking and smoking cigarettes and some were rushing from one end of the hall to the other. I began searching for my classroom. Door after door I passed until I reached the right one. The door looked like all the others but on this one there was a big graffiti tag written onto it. I grabbed the door handle but as I tried to grasp it, it was pulled out of my reach. Someone on the other side was opening the door. I was already in the motion of stepping into the doorway as I had done millions of times all throughout my life. But this time I had no door to hold onto and my body weight was carrying me forward. I stumbled forward and practically fell into the arms of the person that was on the other side. My peripheral vision picked up the fact that it was a woman.


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