I've just finished the finally exam. I don't think I did very well, but finally, it's over. These days made me so tired.

It's a new beginning. It's my turn.

That thunderous night, I shouted. I can't stand these any more, I've fed up!

I'm still dreaming, but, WHY? Everybody stops me!

Where to find out my dream?

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Last night, was the last night of my grade-8 life. But nothing happened. I remembered last year, my old dormitory talked till midnight. We had never thought that it was the end of our little home. The next term, we had new dormitories, new roommates, new life.

I'm a impressible girl, but I've ignored this for some years, I didn't notice. But Miss Chan told me that. She let me know myself. We don't keep in touch now. It's so hard to hold someone. I think it's okay, we don't have to find something to say, find something to hold this memory. If we really care, or used to care each other, we'll remember each other, no more words.

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I'm sure you've watched Britney Spears's MV "Everytime". It's not like other stupid MVs of hers. The end is not only Britney's death, have you seen that there's a bady has just come out? She killed herself, because of love. The baby was born, also because of love. Death and birth, all of us have to go through. They are 2 doors, which for us to come into the fresh world and leave the tired world.

What's forever for? I think death is forever.

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Can I resist it all? Can I conceal myself? I'm sad, small, scared.

Why do I have to be brave?

Growing up can be so strange, something that will never change.

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That was a sunny afternoon, I was watching outside the window. She walked past the path in front of my room--the classteacher of my primary school. She didn't change at all, except for her hair. She was getting older, and I, I was growing up. She was such a old-maidish lady, I didn't use to like her. I couldn't imagine that she used to be a little girl! She had been a teacher for nearly all her life. Her classes were really boring...She was a serious lady. I've just left the school for 3 years, she has been so old. I've grown up. Both of us have changed a lot. Some kinda sadness, some kinda happiness, nobody can stop all of these.

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We made our way along the river and sat down in the grass. It's the age of no regret, that's the time of the flower-power. Underneath we had a fear of flying, a fear of getting old, a fear of slowly dying.

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Is that her destiny? My little girl, Haibara, her quiet, her sadness, where is her happiness?

Why can't I be like the people in the stories, always lead an unusual life?

The people in stories are the writer's hope and sadness.

Maybe the ordinary things are the most tasteful.

J has gone. I'm not sure if he will come back. After all, I don't know much about him. I just stand there, far away, look there, far away.

You're it, you're the ultimate, it's automatic I'm sure of it. No lies, so don't even try to tell me that you're another guy. I've been waiting all my life, for someone just like you. Yo're it, you're the ultimate, you!

For a few days, I just thought about my grandparents all the nights. Were they calling me? Is it the sight of love?

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One day I suddenly thought that, this final exam I would write a composition about my grandparents, then it became real! Is it unbelievale? I could foreknow this!

Swing...I'm gonna live my dreams...Swing...

A free wind kissed my hair... ...