The dark street owned only one lamp post. I look up to its flickering light and hug my shawl tightly. I look down with the efforts of fastening my pace. I hear footsteps following me. I start concentrating on pulling me dress down with desperate attempts of lengthening it. The thought of my mom asking me to not wear it rings in my head. My small footsteps are transforming to bigger faster ones. The sound of mating of my pencil heals and the road grows louder with every step i take.I hear the harsh footsteps running towards me. The lamp goes dark. Blank.
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