I just look at my ceiling, thinking funny things to entertain my self, to keep away from this boredom. I don't like boring days, I want fun but I 'am suffering from this so called grounded. I 'am suppose to be at the beach right now, having fun with my friends but because I don't like my blind date that they set up and I 'am rude according to them , I 'am not allowed to have fun this entire summer.
I just groaned as I heard some knocks on my door, maybe its our house helper serving some snacks, I just rolled my eyes because of that thought.
I don't want to open the door but I pity the helper.
"Young miss, here's your snacks , please do enjoy this"
her voice is so soft and kind, I know her since I was a child
"Duh Nuwa, as if I will enjoy eating those dumplings when I 'am all alone in this room like a prisoner"
I cant really stop my self from talking, its irritate me a lot, later I will plan how I can go out from this dungeon.