The Beginning - A New Girl

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She had decided to start but she heard a sound from the side. A 18-year-old girl walked along the way. A blackened street, illuminated suddenly. The girl was more visible. "I'll probably sleep for a while," she told herself. The street could not have been lit up at all. She shaked herself but there was no change. She continued to follow her. The girl walked along the street curiously as if she was seeing it for the first time. The colorful lights reflected from the shimmering shops have colored her black hair many times. She walked in and out of the individual shops, stood in front of some of them, obviously hesitant to come in. Shee had an old phone in her hand and occasionally looked at the clock. She was a bit timid, a bit apprehensive and a bit tired. Her face seemed familiar, even between two eyebrows, there was even a chickenpox. She thought ... she could not remember her.

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Then the lights went out again. all the voices moved away like a remembrance. The street has become its old state. She was in the same darkness, again. She tried to figure out what she saw, why she saw it. She probably did not care because she thought she was exhausted. Maybe she remembered the movie scene she was watching, the mind was playing with herself. She started to walk faster with a chill. She felt cold like the chill of the hot air that came after cold. Now she was not going to deal with such nonsense. She walked halfway through the night to clear his mind completely, to kill the dark side of his head with clarity. "Why am I putting up with this cold?" She told herself. Haaa! Yes ... She was going to make a decision for life. This was the best method for that.

She put his hands together in his chest and started counting a few words. White, black, white, white, white ... She could not think anything. Obviously she was completely emptied her mind. She could only think of the black of the night and the white that expressed the serenity. “Yeah!”, she said. “Now I can think. What do I want from the life? What is my aim?” A voice still kept on counting. White, white, white ... "Okay," she said, trying to silence the sound. “I want peace, I understand it.” But something is missing ... come on. "Why are you unhappy?"

A laugh sounded in the night. She turned and looked at the girl with the black hair again. This time she was not alone. She was telling something in a loud to a couple of girls in her own age. She was more relaxed, happier than when he first appeared. While she was thinking, "Where did she come from again?", she found herself walking behind her. She was stuck in the crowd, listening to their conversation. While she was thinking, "I'm out of control right now, what am I doing?", she learned from the conversations between them that, her name was "Left". They started a friendship now, because they knew the name. The first condition for friendship is that two people learn each other's names. Then she tried to call her with her name. However, she hit something before she started to talk. She walked to an automobile without noticing while she was following her. "No more," she laughed to herself. Could not have been this nonsense. She looked for a dry place on the sidewalk and sat down.

"Is she as happy as he looks at Left? Or is she still searching happiness, like me?", she said, while she rubbing her neck with one hand. It could not be found in such a short time. I think it is a happiness game she plays for the acceptance of other girls, it is definitely fraud.

Then, a huge silence.

“Am I jealous of a dream?”

"Yeah. I am doing exactly this. To go out to solve sometingh and go home to go crazy! It's exactly what I'm going to do." She did not know ...

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What was madness? Actually, madness was to think differently from most of the people around and express it without fear. She refused to level in a vote where people judge each other and score points. It was not a bad thing. If you are jealous, angry, feel uncomfortable or unhappy, you should be able to tell. Madness is a rare virtue that needs to be done without fear. In fact, if she could appreciate rather than judge herself because she felt like this, she would have come a little closer to happiness. Unfortunately, she did not know yet.

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