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I'd like to say I spend time with my friends after school, really, but I don't have any friends. My friends from high school and private teaching have gone different cities unlike me. Maybe I was wrong because I chose to stay with my family, I don't know, but I didn't think I would be this lonely. I am so lonely that I can only talk in my diary outside of my family. My friends are very busy… Their new life is quite far from mine… I feel like the distance between us is getting bigger. While they see new places and make new friends, I can't do anything but go to school.

When I get off the subway, I enter one of the markets near the house. My mom loves to have me do the errands. I can't blame her. If there was someone I could do my errands with, I'd throw my whole load on somebody.

I can't help but I actually like to spend time at the market while I buy a basket and take orders on the list. I don't think I can say this out loud, but I like walking around the market, throwing things in the basket, checking the expiration date of the products, choosing vegetables and fruits to be weighed. Yeah yeah. I'm weird. OK. Accept.

After buying everything, I go through the shelves for the last time and get myself a snack. After all, one should pamper oneself at least once a day. People can't give you the value you deserve. Even if they wanted to, they can't because it's impossible for them to fully understand you. That's why everyone should take care of themselves and love themselves as they deserve.

As I join the queue at the cash register, I yawn watching the old woman in front of me slowly handing each item she bought to the cashier. I feel as old as this woman. I have nothing to do. In movies, people are always busy. They go here and there and tries new things, meets new people all the time and live interesting lives. In reality, however, such a thing does not happen. Life is pretty ordinary. Home, school, market, home… My routine hasn't changed for a long time.

When it's my turn to pay, I quickly hand the items in the car to the cashier. When I'm done and I lift my head, we come face to face with the boy for a short time. As he continues his work, I try to understand why he looks so familiar. Has he worked here before? Have we seen each other? Something piqued my curiosity, but what?

While I'm packing the products I bought, I sneak a glance at the cashier. He looks like my age. He is not very tall, but considering that I am 1.60, there must be at least 15 centimeters between us. A thin, white-skinned boy… His black hair falls on his forehead and makes him look messy. What's weird is that some of his hair is grey, I guess. Interestingly, this made him no ugly or unattractive, but rather remarkable. Although I wonder how much of his hair is silver, I don't dare to go near him. He has tiny black earrings in both ears. Ordinary bracelets made of rope on his right wrist… It's so weird. I voluntarily want to get closer to him and examine more closely, but I hold back because that would be pretty ridiculous. What if he notices? What if he yells at me?

- Mr. Uğur, where is the key to the warehouse?

I startle when someone speaks loudly right behind me. I watch the boy silently toss the key from his pocket into the man's palm as I grip the bags tightly in my hand. We see each other once again. His gray eyes, an interesting shade of blue, touch mine for maybe two seconds. Even though he looks at the bags in my hand for a few seconds, he gets back to his work. But with the ringing in my ear and my insane pulse, I begin to get the situation.

Is he Uğur? Uğur? The one who was my primary school friend?