Kimberly P.O.V
I walk into the huge building infront of me hoping not to be judged by my wet and messy hair. Of all the days it had to shower fron the sky it had to be today, when i was starting university. I remmeber when i was just 12 and my mother and my father died. I thought i would never be ok again but to think i made it all this way has made me start to think again.
What if i could go back to their graves; well i know that the last time i done it,tears burst from my eyes and i couldnt breath - ( this was when i was 16) - but third times a charm. Right?
As i enter the large building i observe people crowdinh th entrance. Some were chatting amongst their freinds and others were busy organizing their luggage and trying to shift out to their dorm rooms.
I decided to head towards the reception area to try and find out where my dorm room was.
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hi guys sorry about the really crappy start to this story. I promise it will get better.
By rene maria