The Lonely Girl
She wondered, "Is it today?" Every day she has the same thought. The day she is eager to experience something new, the DEATH. She always wishes to feel what it is actually. She was looking through the sliding door window in her tiny room which was sufficient for her with just a small study table and a huge white polished wardrobe. It was a normal Sunday for everyone and also for her. But, it is one of the days she hates sometimes. It is a day when she won't know what to do; otherwise, she always wants to do something but doesn't know what to do. She would just scroll her phone or lay on her bed until her mom called her for any favour she wanted with house chores. As she dwelled in her own world with curiosity on death her caring mother called her. She just jolted from her bed and went out of her room.