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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

On the bus, I threw my eyes out of the window. Nothing I could see but the darkness and the shades of the trees. All these views made me sleepy until suddenly a flash of bright red attracted my attention. I turned my head and sharpened my eyes, and I saw a pair of red eyes smouldering like flames.

I was almost asleep due to drowsiness until I heard Mrs Lim serve me a cup of hot coffee and put it in front of me to bring me on again. "Take it!" She sipped the same coffee and sat on her chair. "You didn't sleep last night?" she asked as she kept her eyes on the computer screen on her table.

"You should change your bad habits. You need to get married, don't you?" this time she looked at me and knocked my arm. Instantly this invited other teachers to look at us. "Dress up beautifully like a mature woman." That's enough! I got tired of listening to the same words. 'Why am I not acknowledged as a woman so far?' I was irritated with that provoking statement.

99. A black and white television