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12 years ago remained a nightmare for me. Years past but that horrible nightmare haunted me so vividly when a bullet was shot through the head of my friend. He fell down heavily right in front of me. Feeling confused, afraid, and whatsoever it was named was mixed up in my head. I did not know what I was supposed to do at that time, but crying. 

Now 12 years has passed but anytime that moment shadows me, the exactly same feeling will wash over me. It feel as if I don't do not anything good to make a change although it happens over and over again right in front of me. 
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I walked along the path heading to the end, cold and dark with no lights. The wooden walls built around the place prevented the lights from outside to penetrate in. When I arrived there, I put a bouquet of white lily on a white marble written ‘Zie’.

“I am home,” I whispered.

I sat beside the tomb, taking out some cookies and two boxes of our favorite milk. “How are you doing there? Are you okay? Do you eat well?” I rubbed the tomb gently. “Wait for me,” I whispered.  
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Tale Of The Half-Blood Wizard

Ignoring his joke, I repeated my question, "Have you ever thought about how one of us is going to be thirteen years from now?" my eyes wandered far away wondering if I would be able to visit Azalea's place again, or would I see Naar again?

"If unable to see it means you need a flashlight or spectacles. That is simple!" so annoying. Again he replied to my question with a joke. If he was asked to draw a picture of an animal in art class, he would only draw dots then that they were fleas.

"No kidding, please! I am serious!'' I tried to make him understand. "If it were me, what would you do?" I asked quietly.

Erick was silent for a moment, creating quietness among us, "We will be sad Tha. That's for sure." He sounded serious. "Your close friends, like me, Mocha, and Momon would be both sad  and dizzy."

'Wait a minute? Why are they dizzy too?' I thought. I just kept quiet and looked at Erick and felt confused.

87. The School Bell