“This sucks!” I utter to myself. I watch the rain dropping beautifully from the sky into the school ground. I am sitting at the very back of the class besides the window, my usual spot in our classroom. Like the others, I am also a backbencher person. By the way, my name is Anna Marie Marcelo; both my parents are dedicated farmers. I have 5 siblings, 3 males, and 2 females. I am the only one studying right now so I have the opportunity to do whatever I like without anyone bothering me since they are all busy back in our province. Like any other middle-class child, I also feel that my life is so boring and worthless.... not until. “So boring.” I sigh as I play with my pen in my hand. Our teacher in Creative Writing is discussing in front yet my mind is occupied by the thoughts of how my life went upside down. “I wonder, how is everyone doing back at home?&rd
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