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" Even with everything, I was the happy woman with a monster that brought sadness to her everytime it hit her face, and I still am."

F.A.B

"As much as I'd love to commend your efforts at trying to be my friend Grace, I have to say you're really trying, it's a wonder you haven't given up," I remarked as Grace ran close to me, she had been trying to be my friend for who knows how long, it's not that I'm not friendly, I just don't want to get attached, I always feel like something bad would happen once I get too attached to someone.

"I'll keep trying" she replied as she tried to catch her breath and I chuckled lightly which made her look up with her eyes opened wide to say,

"I've never heard you laugh Fiyin"

"Er... that wasn't a laugh, it was a chuckle"

"All the same, you should try it more often, it sounds beautiful"

"Thanks"

We walked into the lecture room, good thing the lecturer hasn't arrived, then I took a seat at the back of the class, it's my usual spot anyway, from there I can see the whole class.

I was about to drop my bag on the seat when someone dropped a bag abruptly on it, puzzled, I looked up to see a boy with an icy glare, I should have felt scared, and melted under his gaze, but what I've been through is much more scary than the look he gave me.

"I was going to seat there" I stated,

"Well, I beat you to it, there are other seats available," he replied.

I should have developed anger immediately, but, instead I shove his bag out of the seat and sat in it before he even had the chance to protest, then I looked up and saw a surprised look on his face, that made me laugh on the inside.

"There are other seats available for YOU to seat, so if you would, please move out of my view you're blocking me from a clear front view." I demanded with a stern expression on my face, why do I feel like I shattered a barrier in him, like I just hurt him. But that can't be so, he seems to be an egoist...I don't like those kind of people.

But there's something on my mind, there's a mansion right across my street, there's only one occupant in the house, but I keep seeing shadows of people in the house at night. I don't even know about the woman or the "joy" she lost, but I do know that there might be someone snooping around in her house when she's asleep or when she's away at night. Nowadays people don't respect your privacy or security, they just do what they want and that is wrong.

I opened my book to write, but my mind wasn't in the class, it wasn't in my room either, it was far away in that mansion wondering what must have happened in the course of the history of it's existence.