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It was winter when I first met him. My father brought us to this deserted place. He said that he wanted to visit a friend. This friend of his lived in a strange mansion in the middle of nowhere.But his house was cool. He gave us a brief tour. There were several rooms. Some of them had a school set up. I think I saw a cla
“So Trouble, how have you been?” Mr. Frost said, looking at me from his wooden desk in his ‘chilly’ office. It was C-day, C represented counselling.Once in every week Mr. Frost would talk to us one by one. He said it was to make sure we were still sane enough for the next few days, weeks, months a
Time is free, but it’s priceless.You can’t own it, but you can use it.
Taylor Swift was merrily telling me about her crush, Stephen, while the car sped along the mountainous path.Earlier on, Jason Derulo was asking me to marry him.
Still reeling from the illusion, I poked around my food. I had no appetite.“Everything is set”. I heard my father say.
Feeling disoriented and tasting something sour in my taste buds, I groaned.Still half asleep, I got myself up squinting around an unfamiliar surrounding.