'I' in this story is an imaginary character, built via observation and research.
I still remember the day I got my scholarship letter. It was in the middle of may when I saw the scorching sunlight revealed a very sweaty postman to my door.
"Congratulations," It read.
I used to think to myself that no one can ever take away the feeling of getting into the university of my dreams and finally moving to a new city and have a fresh beginning. But I was wrong. Here's my story.
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