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Uncertain future

Lying face down on my bed, I look through the huge colored stained-glass windows, the rain has been pouring down for twenty minutes now. Everyone around me sleeps soundly.

My disordered thoughts, reflect on a possible future, which could correspond to me. I approach slowly to my exit from boarding school, and the pressure of the adults, compresses me every moment, the heart.

Anguish tugs my body in the middle of the night. Like every time I think about it deeply. I'm afraid of the future catching up with me quickly. Movements of fabrics make my head spin, and I see a girl several beds from mine, waking up to drink from her bottle of water.

Half of the people here don't have to worry about their already mapped out future. Thanks to their intelligence or their parents. I have neither. If I were to go back to high school, I would probably repeat a year, and my parents are not kind enough to help an irretrievable child like me.