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TheWriter2

Sinking'

I was here, sitting on a jump seat in a blue corridor. The corridor had tiny cell-like windows. I felt imprisoned. Two people, five time my age, were discussing with the captain in the captain’s quarter. A group of people walked by me, all dressed in a navy uniform. Some were confident that they’ll reach their destination safely, while others were afraid to sink. I was one of them. I felt sea-sick. The captain’s invites left. I was alone. Dressed in the same navy uniform. I now know why they call it a boarding school.

Written by TheWriter2