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White Noise

On a Friday, after school, I was chatting with a few my wallet, the bubble man will take my purse
of my friends in the coffee shop. I drank the rest and run away, the blind man will stab me in the
of the coffee in one gulp, before leaving them stomach, I don’t know why.
alone at the table.
The things I love always scare me. I love them
“I got burned…” I turned to my friends who were because I’m scared, I think they excite me. I am a
in the middle of a deep conversation, “Goodbye, person who struggles with emotional intensity in a
dears…” calm and gentle appearance. I need excitement
in order to exist. I am actually a happy person in
I went out to the street. It was an April day. The a partially happy body. Only happiness is hidden
wind from the sea was freezing hands, the last in a different meaning to me. I think I’ve been a
moments before the early summer heat began. happier person since I realized that the secret to
Everyone had their hands in their pockets. being happy is not to think about happiness.
However, both sandals and boots could be worn
in this weather, the benches which were hit by the I get caught up in the stream of people and
sun were warm. start walking down the street. I stopped by the
market on the right; helves to the ceiling, dusty
Crowds are colourful and lively, people are biscuit packets, and a few bottles of questionable
flurried and nervous. It’s been a few hours since alcohol in the back cupboard. The seller was
the high school bells rang. The streets are full of wearing a shirt that looked like my plaid skirt. He
girls in plaid skirts of different colours. They look could barely move from his weight.
around and the others examine the uniforms from
head to foot. Young people had developed an “What do you want, kid?” He spoke raucously,
ability to understand someone else’s character at with a deep, raspy voice.
a glance.
I took a can of coke and continued on my way.
This is a strange street. Over there, the woman on My head was empty like never before. My eyes
the side is always there, for example. She’s been were concentrated on the pink sky. I was smiling.
selling napkins for as long as I can remember.
She also stutters. Then, there is a man at the far I’m rocking back and forth. I’m in no hurry. The
end, who sells these bubble bottles every day, spring weather seemed to command people to
regardless of snow or winter. There is another slow down and relax.
man wandering the street, he is blind. He’s hitting
the ground with his stick. He sells stuff. It is unclear I climbed the stairs with great difficulty and
whose child it is; some children in pale orange, exhaustion. I thought, ‘My disease is tiredness’.
blue, and green T-shirts are running around the I’m a chronically tired high school student that no
side streets. vitamins or caffeine or hours of sleep can fix. I’m
graduating at the end of this year. Many things
make me happy, like the spring weather, the
I’m afraid of it as much as I love this street. I’m sunset, the scent of flowers. But I still haven’t found
afraid the woman who sells the napkin will steal what, what kind of emotion and feeling can give

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