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"Why aren't you crying?" a girl beside me, who couldn't have been more than a year older than me, asked while tugging at my hair to get my attention**.** I glimpsed my parents leave the boarding school campus, and I assumed they would be coming back. "There's no reason to cry."
That night in the dorm rooms, after the lights went out, I found myself gazing at the ceiling from my bed and then at the clock, like I was patiently waiting for my parents' return. At eight years old, I didn't understand what this separation meant, especially when it was from my parents, so naturally I assumed they'd be back. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I passed out.
The next morning I woke up with a blue blanket wrapped over me and two girls in pigtails staring me down. "She never lets us sleep in this late." The girl from yesterday said, “I think it's because you're new,” her friend said. I looked around me; everyone had started their day, getting dressed, braiding each other's hair and talking in groups. I stared at the clock on the wall again and realised they weren't coming back.
The dorm maid walked over and began getting me ready for the day. Before I knew it, I was dressed, sitting on the edge of my bed as she showed me how to put my socks on, which was when I couldn't help but glance at the other girls, most older than me, who were...happy, not worried or sad about not being with their parents, away from home
(its not finished, just what ive come up with so far)