It's all new to me. The place. The house. The people. The language. The school. Everything. But another thing is gonna be revealed by this place. A thing I never thought that was already inside of me. A very strange thing I would both want to keep and would want avoid. This thing called ''the third eye."
I started to mingle with the people who I barely knew. People who spoke the words I barely understand. I made a few friends. And as time went by, I coped up with them very well.
Then one time, our group went to a trip out of town. On our way home, the tires got deflated. So we stopped in a side of the highway. And now the sky is getting dark. We travelled through that silent road with stressed bodies and minds. Some sang songs while others slept. I've decided to keep quiet and listen to the stories they have told. And on a place where we dropped one of our friends, there was a dark corner. I was fond of looking through the dark hoping to see something strange but at the back of my mind, I know I'd never see some kind of a ghost there. So I was really startled when an image of an old woman showed up at my window. I covered my face. And told my friend what I saw. I never believed in it, I was never convinced and chose to forget about that experience.
