Halora was silently packing her things in her room as she couldn't still believe that she had to leave because of Sandra. She wanted to forgive her, give her another chance but she never apologized for what she have done to her.
She sighed, took a few steps closer to the bed and threw himself to it. Her eyes stuck on the ceiling, counted from one to one hundred as her body surrendered because of tiredness.
"Huh, I don't have even a single photograph of me." she complained. If only she had bought a cheap camera before the trip, she would have been used it, captured every little thing she could see around.
But as unfortunate as her, she couldn't afford to buy one for herself. She moved sideways, changed position when she saw her reflection on the life size mirror.
"Hmm, I have still time! What if I'll go to Sebatian's room and borrow his camera for a moment?"