Dara's POV

Before the school started, I asked my uncle to enroll me in a self defense class. I know we have to spend money but i know this is beneficial for me in the long run and my uncle agrees.

He sometimes feels guilty when i'm always alone; so i know a part of why he agreed ìs because he wanted to make it up to me.

I've been attending that class for 2 weeks now and next week my new school will start.

I feel nauseous at the thought; makes me hate my life' set up.

But of course,this is my life now...

So i got to it up and move forward.

I put all my attention in learning the defensive and offensive moves they thought us.

I focused and concentrated. It's no wonder that after 2 weeks,my teachers always praises me for my efforts.

They even told me i have potential.

When we have breaks; i usually stayed by myself- although some did try to befriend me. I'm making a conscious decision of being aloof and uninterested in anyone else.

On my way home from class, i walked by the park again.

I'm starting to hate the site of it; it just reminds me of things that makes me sad.

I could take a detour,to lessen the torture i feel,but it's an additional 30 minutes of walking, so i didn't bother. I just focused my eyes straight down the road and continued walking.

2 blocks from my house ìs another reason i don't want to make a detour.

It is the most beautiful house i've ever seen.

I stopped for a while to admire it; promising myself i'll have one just like it in the future.

I noticed a movement from one of the upper windows,

"Someone must have looked out", i thought.

I decided to go home then; someone from that house might think i'm odd for always staring.

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