Finally graduated high school, with my average scores and my constant liquidation. My parents marveled at the fact that I paused. I was shamelessly led to believe that they didn't make mistakes.

Now I was cautious. I tried to think within the Box. That never went well, all my teachers questioned me as if I were a different person. That longing was gone. I was left with a straight line to top 3. Except, I missed being outside of the box. No the less, my parents were happy with my marks, so were my teachers.

Though so, now I was questioning myself, I missed being expressive. My parents still acted like they don't make mistakes. But they overlooked my individuality

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