When I woke up in the morning, the weather was gloomy outside the window. It seemed that I hadn't remembered the third year of junior high school again for a long time.
Scratching his messy hair, getting out of bed and taking a glass of water to drink.
Half a year ago, in the first half of the third year of junior high school, I transferred to school.
Because a girl died in our school dormitory, she was bullied and committed suicide in the built-in bathroom.
My mother was afraid that I would be affected, so she resolutely transferred to the school for me.
Now I have been admitted to high school and will be registered at a new school this afternoon.
It seemed that that incident had completely left me, and I was also wondering whether I had actually seen the dead girl that day?
Or... the hallucinations imposed in my memory when I was thinking about it later?
The maid helped me wash and brought me breakfast. I drank a glass of warm milk, turned to look at the groggy weather outside the window, and felt a little uncomfortable.
Today is the day for reporting, and I dressed it very simply because I didn’t go to any noble high school as my mother arranged.
Instead, as I wished, I entered an ordinary school.
At twelve o'clock noon, I got into the taxi I took, and for the first time I broke away from my mother's control and rushed towards my new life.
Well~~This feels really beautiful,
Dongcheng High School, the high school I am about to live in for three years, and there are so many people like dumplings.
I carried my bag and pulled my suitcase, and completed the procedures with my seniors, got the keys and came to my dormitory building.
I wiped my sweat, I was so tired...
But to be free, you have to work hard~
I think it's quite worth it. I feel really good when I go through the procedures and negotiate with someone for the first time.
306...I looked at the key card in my hand and found my dormitory.
This is a separate room, with the window at the end on the left of the dormitory and the stairs on the right.
The door was open, and there was already a girl inside.
I walked in and tried to say hello to her. The girl was combed with her short hair in her ears. When she smiled, there was a sleeping silkworm under her eyes, "Hello, my name is Song Yanan."
I smiled and said, "Hello, I Su Qingwu, I am very happy to see you."
She enthusiastically helped me get my luggage, and we quickly started a conversation.
The room was a six-person room. I slept on the lower bunk beside the left of the window, and she was on the upper bunk beside the right.
Sitting on a bed with only one sponge mat, I was a little helpless. How to put this bed?
I usually see that the person who makes beds is so easy, why can’t I figure it out at all?
Song Yanan seemed to see that I didn't know much, so she hurried over and taught me, "This one comes first, this one, then the sheets, and finally the quilt."
While thanking her, I put on clumsy.
Half an hour passed, and I could see it casually. Oh, I touched my nose and felt a little depressed.
It seems that the road to independence and freedom is still long...
I held a bunch of scattered objects and wanted to find a drawer to put it in.
But after opening two drawers, they all had something, which was obviously Song Yanan's. She smiled embarrassedly, "That... I have a little more stuff, there is a cabinet over there, the drawer in the middle here is locked.
You can change one, while...they haven't come yet~~"
She smirked secretly and turned her head quickly, and I was amused by her.
But he still didn't believe in evil and reached out and pulled the drawer handle.
As a result, something unexpected happened, the drawer actually moved and was slowly pulled open.
There was a yellowed old newspaper inside, and a knife, which was about twenty centimeters long...
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