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Around six o'clock in the morning, the young girl struggled with her warm bed. Although it was March and the ice was breaking, Samsun was very cold in the morning hours.
Although she didn't want to get out of bed, she managed to hang her feet down. She sat in bed for a minute and tried to wake up despite the darkness of the weather. she understood that she could not finally succeed. and took her gaze away from the carpet she was focusing on and stood up. She came out in disgust after the bath she had entered. everything seemed disgusting to her at that moment.
Again, she would do anything she didn't want to do because she had to.
She pulled the doors of her closet first. Now her room was smaller. a bed, a drawer, a closet, a table... That was her room. Small and tidy room. Before the small size of her room, her layout stood out. everything was in harmony.
As usual, she wore her sweatpants instead of her school pants. It would not be noticed because it was the same color. She was already in her senior year. That's why their teachers didn't say anything. She was ready when she donned the cream-colored school sweater.
She moved to the glass side of the room to get the coat she hung on the headboard of her bed. Still nothing was visible outside. It was as if the weather had not opened stubbornly today.
She put on her jacket and looked out. Next Melda, opened the window to smell the wet earth mixed with the smell of melting snow. The cold air that hit her face at first stunned her. But after a while it passed. She was awake now. Cold air was more effective than water.
As she closed the window, the tests on the table flew with the gruesome wind that entered. She started collecting the papers that fell to the ground by cursing her. These tests were homework from the past week. And today was the deadline. Nodded indifferently. At least she was stable in one thing. About staying in math class. What was she already successful in? It all started with hope, but could not continue until this time. There was never one subject where she was the best. Stood up wearily and she left the room.
His mother was feeding his 6-year-old brother in the kitchen. His little brother smiled at Atakan and entered the kitchen.
"Good morning mom."
"Where have you been, melda. I prepared toast for you because I knew it would be late."
Beautiful, her mother was getting started again.
"Sorry mom. Anyway I'm going out." She said and kissed Atakan. Then she took the bag she had never collected and left the house.
He climbed the stairs of the service muddy with rain. She sat in the chair in the bus corridor, which she had memorized for four years. She was sitting on the chair as there was no room. And an hour was passing in pain.
Entered wattsap to do what has become a habit. While she was not talking to anyone in the school, she was talking to someone she met on the internet every morning. İt was a strange thing for her.
The person she spoke to said she was English. but she did not believe her. her extremely good Turkish proved that she was a fake account. Of course she still insisted that it was not a fake account. Melda didn't believe her no matter what. but still kept talking. because she liked to talk to her. She didn't need to be handsome like in her photos.
As always he said to himself, "The man is not from here, where will you see him?" said. and answered your message.
On this day, she talked to Mustafa during the journey, just like every other day. listened to music. and slept.
When she came to school, the lesson had an hour to start. She spent this time eating and playing pubg.
She was having a boring school day again. her only thrill was going down to the cafeteria for lunch. With her friend Irem and Esma, they were at the end of the dining hall row. Since Melda's last wish was to stay afloat, she called out to her friends.
"Will we really wait?"
Esma was the first to join her. "I don't know about you but I can't wait."
Irem nodded and approved. They both went to the tables to wait until the line was over. They both went to the tables to wait until the line was over. And she walked. but something had happened that she did not expect. she had been hit hard in the face and stopped. She angrily turned her eyes on the floor to the person opposite. who would dare that.
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